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maybe we should crawl back into our corners, our forbidden love the expanse between us disintegrating into what it never was.
come now, darling. cry no more. dry your tears and look up. see, birds are singing and a light breeze is in the air. all is not lost. we fall, we cry, we bruise ourselves; but we get up and keep moving on. these battle scars are prove of our existence, our love.
there is still the future to hope for.








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My Websites: Pieces Of My Heart & Andrea's World
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