she was cold as ice, she had passion like wildfire, her happiness was like magic rooted from the core of the earth, and just when you think you finally have her in your grasp, she slips through your fingers as if she was air itself. just like that. her laugh turns into echoes, her smile is only seen from afar. her being is a ghost, untouchable because she is no longer yours. was she ever?
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