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Jun 2014
life is just a game.
our bodies long for new everything, but our soul stands.
you held me as if I was fragile.
you protected me when I was vulnerable.
you don't know what lies ahead, but you tell me you want me to be a part of it; a part of whatever lies beyond the great horizon.
a part of the after life.
a part of this life.
you just kept telling me to watch out for what lies ahead.
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victorine b
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