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Death is a bridge between living and loving. A fragile bridge that is meant to collapse without a warning. Yet love is the real opposite of death, In a world where living could synonymous with dying.

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MyBreathingSpace

For You?

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MyBreathingSpace

Published: Apr 18, 2020
LinesWords: 536

Notes: Love is immortal
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