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Feb 13
My love for you is my biggest doubt,
    As we stay up, letting the nights drag out.
Eyes strained, too many words to count,
    Is when I come to amount, does my love for you fill out?

For we lay our lives away,
    Making promises that in real life would of never stayed.
One being you hope to meet me some day,
    And yet all I wish for you is to stay away.

For your love isn't the same when death feels like valentines day.
Love is easy, yet feels so impossible.
Francesca
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   Vianne Lior and Rick
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