Do you think he means it to hurt this much?
Is love a fault of nature or the very binding of it?
Beauty is a treacherous thing.
every flower wilts,
all the young age,
everything dies.
Nothing lasts.
not even "love"
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Do you think he means it to hurt this much?
Is love a fault of nature or the very binding of it?
Beauty is a treacherous thing.
every flower wilts,
all the young age,
everything dies.
Nothing lasts.
not even "love"
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