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Text: It's a delicious dichotomy to be looked at like I've stolen the very light from the heavens and yet still have you gravitate towards me like a moth to a flame. Perhaps that's what makes every stolen moment feel like I'm a thief in the night, stealing you from the world because a selfish part of me can't bear to share you with anyone else. Each paragraph will be a test.

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