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Nov 2015
She's my drug, my soul.
When I'm sad,
she was the one that can heal me.
She makes me smile,
just by little reaction of hers.
She is mine,
But we never hold hand before,
kiss nor hug.
She might be too far for me to touch her,
but she never too far for me to love her.

I love her.
Written by
Zhen  Earth
     Lior Gavra and Dead lover
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