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I believe at the end of my life, the credits will read tragedy, that with the last blink of my eye your face will cross my mind, and I'll go back to that day in the dead of winter, when I was warm, because I had your arms, but for that moment they were mine, that night all you wanted was me.. and my last breath will be taken away at the realization that all I've ever wanted was you...
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Flower That Bloomed In The Dead Of Winter Died Of Loneliness
I believe at the end of my life, the credits will read tragedy, that with the last blink of my eye your face will cross my mind, and I'll go back to that day in the dead of winter, when I was warm, because I had your arms, but for that moment they were mine, that night all you wanted was me.. and my last breath will be taken away at the realization that all I've ever wanted was you...
Candice
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18/F/PH
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
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