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Our eyes meet. We instantly pierce each others Hearts with our daggers. Your dagger in my Heart. My dagger in yours. We do not bleed for the dagger fits perfectly in the wound. So blood does not spill. We embrace each. We love the pain in our hearts. We are happy. We are one. But if you were ever to leave and take your dagger with you. Then I would bleed. I would bleed cold blood, and I will die.