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Jun 2015
Why shouldn't they know that I love you, my love?

Why shouldn't I say it, if we've united both of our hearts, our souls?

Why should it matter if one day they see me crying?

If they ask me, I'll tell them that I still love you so much.

We can only live once.

We need to learn how to love and to live.

We need to learn that life mocks us and will only leave us in tears.

I don't want to feel guilty later on.

Over what could have been, but never was.

I want to enjoy this life, having you so close to me until the day I die.
Greg Bosch
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Greg Bosch  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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