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The night is still - frozen,
Goodbyes are forced, not chosen.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Eric W
Never be ashamed to love.
It's all we ever have.
I want to talk to my Mom, tell her I love her, but it's almost midnight, and another call would surely wake her up.
 Apr 2017 Desolation
Cam
Forced trust breeds jealousies
and in loving shells grow enemies
 Apr 2017 Desolation
PSR
I Want To Be A Procrastinator.
Not Now, Maybe Later.
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