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A casual observation He was looking at her, like she held the key to the universe. And for me, looking at them was like looking into a mirror, at us. And looking, it hurt, because I miss being looked at like I am priceless. She was looking at him, like he held up the sky. And looking at that made me remember that baby sometimes you hold up my sky. I was looking at them, and they kissed. And it was so beautiful, that it hurt me. Because when their lips met I remembered that, kissing you, was sometimes so beautiful that it hurt me. And looking at that, I know what we had, it's something that I could spend an eternity looking at.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
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A casual observation He was looking at her, like she held the key to the universe. And for me, looking at them was like looking into a mirror, at us. And looking, it hurt, because I miss being looked at like I am priceless. She was looking at him, like he held up the sky. And looking at that made me remember that baby sometimes you hold up my sky. I was looking at them, and they kissed. And it was so beautiful, that it hurt me. Because when their lips met I remembered that, kissing you, was sometimes so beautiful that it hurt me. And looking at that, I know what we had, it's something that I could spend an eternity looking at.
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allforlove
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
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