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Apr 2019
I can’t love when you exist
Because then it hurts the most,
And if I do, your death will be,
The death of me, for eternity.

So hide, love, as we don’t meet
In the unknown passion rests,
Rather my heart be cold alone
Than yearn for what I don't possess.
Written by
adi  23/M/Romania
(23/M/Romania)   
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