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Mar 12
If I could never see you again,
I'd gouge my own eyes,
so that your face should be the last thing I saw.

My hunger to live-
fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.
Written by
Christian  22/M
(22/M)   
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   Weeping willow
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