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We used to say to burn to death would be excruciating But love, You do not know The extent of excruciating; The pain of losing you. To me now, Burning to death Would be a pleasant escape, Compared to having to Take breaths And live each day Without you being mine.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Excruciating
We used to say to burn to death would be excruciating But love, You do not know The extent of excruciating; The pain of losing you. To me now, Burning to death Would be a pleasant escape, Compared to having to Take breaths And live each day Without you being mine.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
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