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Even the sweet surrender of loving something as sweet as him couldn't even save me. I was lost, lost in his eyes. I could remember they way he would hold me, and tell me everything would be okay. Now he's all just a memory; my sweet release.

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lakotapronych

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lakotapronych

Canadian

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Sep 24, 2013

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