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Feb 2014
“Happiness is only for the ones who hold it and use it for its beauty and compelling ways.” He whispered.

Grief covers his face that once held so much lust and enchantment; he once was captivated with happiness’s compelling ways.

“Is it even worth it, sitting around in silent?” His lips tremble and tears are smudged against his face once he attempts to wipe what was once there.

So badly did I want to express that it was worth it, all the aberration and lack of memories were worth t it because I was here with a my hands resting against your lips that shake with the contact that was driving me insane. We could be insane together, for as long as you wanted I thought.

“Let’s run away.”
Rose
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