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Jan 2023
Love is blind, and it knows only to see what is kind.
Give me some time.
And to self, I shall convince,
toxicity was the love language of my prince...
The heart aches, misses a beat at times each time I get thoughts of you.

If we aint meant to be, why have these feelings survived, and still feel so true?
Dead lover
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Dead lover  Agartha
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