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Jan 2015
Its what makes me human, it's what causes my heart to skip a beat. I can't describe this feeling, this feeling of bliss. It stops the thoughts, freezes the blood flow. Its what makes that twinkle exist, what makes my days have meaning. It's called love, it's said to be dangerous, but how can something that completes my soul be so deadly? It's what's worth risking, its whats worth fighting for.
Javier  Garza
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