4″It’s almost poetic, my day coming to end as I return to the apartment. While you’re in my room and beginning to learn my secret. I notice the quietness and start to wonder Bell? I ask pushing open my cracked door. I see you, I see the painting I see my confession in your hand. I drop my pack my eyes wide. w-what are you doing in here?! I quickly snatch it from your hands. My shock shifting to anger. Pushing me to a limit you’ve never seen me in before.
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