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the worst part of it allis when you realize,it matters not how much you dohow much you love,or how long it takesthe answer is always the same.regardle..
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the attraction was completely scurrilousskating around edges with unbelievable breachas the music slowed,how could we believe in forever?there was a r..
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all that's leftis this small, paper cupwrinkled and tornlike yesterday's newsabating,like our disappointing starthow could you leave mein the middle o..
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was it only about existentialismand not about destinywhich bled from this pen and into the coreof everything I knew and believed in, so farlooking bac..
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and if I remaininside these ties that bindthese eyes that refuse to seethe wonder of your humblenesswill we ever reachwhat could have beenour epiphany..
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lets stay right here on this buttercupwhere these lucious petals form,protecting us from any coming stormsjust you and mefancy freein the middle of ou..
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If I say, 'I love', does it mean this love goes undefined? Or perhaps uncategorized spreading out into a billion, 'what if's' ... without real meaning..
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After all this time, the smiles, the tears, the ever after, was it really nothing more than a sense of scatterbrain? Splashes of sunlight in an otherw..
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and Ihave always been the oneto be the friend I would love to havegood times or notI am thereand yetwho is there for me?no one.it never changesno, not..
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we've been here beforestanding under this downpourcaustic rants and needless revivalsof lectures and judgementonce thought long forgivenand forgottena..
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