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We don’t ask the questions we want to ask out of fear of the answer, or of the lie. “Would you miss me if I went away?” “How much do you love me?” “Would you visit my grave?” “ And If I died, would you cry?”
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
The truth could be incarcerating
We don’t ask the questions we want to ask out of fear of the answer, or of the lie. “Would you miss me if I went away?” “How much do you love me?” “Would you visit my grave?” “ And If I died, would you cry?”
tatiana-arredondo
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
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