Aloof, cold, distant, quiet, pensive...calculating. All the time, plotting, calculating. Thinking about fighting through every circumstance where nothing is impossible...where nothing is too hard. "Push through it" says the king with the little "k". Thinking and pushing...there is no longer any room for you. No time to gaze into your eyes and wonder what a lifetime in them would feel like. No room to feel the softest hand run down his naked back...no place for tenderness or feeling. Sinking deep into this black...writing this down is the only way he can keep his head above these waters. If he sinks to the very bottom, he may never come back up...
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