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Jun 2013
We fell in love on the first night that we met.
Every second is a highlight, every word is a fight.
I thought what we had was different until last night.
Your kiss is not as sweet anymore, your touch is as cold as ice.
Is as if I'm not the one whom you promised you'll  love until the end.
I'm still fighting but what I'm fighting for is gone.
The stars had already fallen and the moon had already die.
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skyhow
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   jude rigor
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