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Feb 2015
I've spent countless hours dreaming of your
ever haunting smile. and you're alive in every bit of
my insanity; and without you here I begin to question
my existence. because you pull me, you pull me.
you pull me until I'm screaming I love you instead of
showing it. what good is writing about it either. I don't
understand love, only death.
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