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2d
us.
Your heart, bleeding red like a setting sun.
Mine, dyed in your deepest blue.
Like an avalanche, your sorrows descend upon me.
But Its ok.
I would rather be buried under your sorrows than
let you go.
aAr
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aAr  18/F/Right where you left me
(18/F/Right where you left me)   
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