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Mar 2014
I had to know what was ticking in your head. Your explosion was the worst kind. It was like being buried in quick sand up to my neck. There is no way I can leave. I'd rather stay lost in this world with only you. The last remaining hope for us is to love this life forever.
LoveDeath
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LoveDeath  MCM
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