People love being untouchable



There's another stage to play the heart strings

In her room she was digging a huge hole below her bed,  just to feel protected, just to save her soul. 

She had nothing to hide, nothing to lose but herself,  may be she was afraid of get hurt again, I could see her eyes crying last night. I couldn't even touch her skin, it seemed frozen by time, frozen by love. 



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