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He saw beauty, she saw faulty , felt empty , guilty and stupid to think anyone would want her he saw gentle , sweet , innocent , kind , a being too fragile and perfect to be his , how could he lay his filthy hands on that ? he'd touched women none of whom touched his heart like she did, he'd kissed lips none of which smiled like she did ,he'd held hands none of which took care of him like hers , how then could he be with her ? she was so pure , he was so soiled , so unworthy of her love he flinched when she touched him the numbness faded replaced by pain as the blade tore through her skin adding more scars to the already healing ones , oh and there were sobs , her sobs she realized as she sliced her wrist one more time hoping the physical pain would somehow replace the emotional pain , he'd flinched when she touched him , was she really that hideous , looking at the mirror she hated herself even more , the floor was stained a shade of red darker than the li...