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The inescapable thought that forever meant till death. The indefinite idea that two souls separated at form, were awaiting to meet each other again and reattach in passing. The aching realization slowly started to settle in. Forever wasn't till death do us part. Forever was the love that remained when two beings had been  separated. The idea and thought of the memory of love, lust and friendship were the only traits that would endure after passing. But they move on. Creating another forever that too will be cherished until death do they part. A small forever was all that we needed, to find a serene place where we felt like we belonged.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
An empty house
The inescapable thought that forever meant till death. The indefinite idea that two souls separated at form, were awaiting to meet each other again and reattach in passing. The aching realization slowly started to settle in. Forever wasn't till death do us part. Forever was the love that remained when two beings had been  separated. The idea and thought of the memory of love, lust and friendship were the only traits that would endure after passing. But they move on. Creating another forever that too will be cherished until death do they part. A small forever was all that we needed, to find a serene place where we felt like we belonged.
Sometimes I feel things that I think I shouldn't be feeling.
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26/F/Located in passing
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
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