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May 2014
When you say I won't ever be there.
To watch anymore sunsets, chase your fears, or even hold your hand;
It wasn't because I let your value diminish.
I simply could no longer sit there and watch you diminish mine.
Those times of care, love, and safety were beyond the heavens in the unforeseeable skies.
But what's it worth when it all seems to brittle up and die?
Victor
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Victor  San Diego , CA
(San Diego , CA)   
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