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Is the only thing worth counting on, Counting on that death is just ahead? While living is unavoidable. I would have given an answer to you, If I had never met you. Now my affection will subside. You can never return it. Right now, that’s okay. I don’t need you to feel for me, Like I feel for you. Just being is fine. But one day, I don’t know. If you start playing with my emotions, And toying with my heart. On that day I can’t be certain, And I don’t know if I will be able to control, Your death, Sagittarius.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:30 AM UTC
Death, Sagittarius
Is the only thing worth counting on, Counting on that death is just ahead? While living is unavoidable. I would have given an answer to you, If I had never met you. Now my affection will subside. You can never return it. Right now, that’s okay. I don’t need you to feel for me, Like I feel for you. Just being is fine. But one day, I don’t know. If you start playing with my emotions, And toying with my heart. On that day I can’t be certain, And I don’t know if I will be able to control, Your death, Sagittarius.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:30 AM UTC
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