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Please, I love her more than freedom, and I want her to be free. Please, I'd sell my soul a thousand times, to drive her far from me. But she'll starve by twisted morals, may pain keep at bay the dread! And I want her to be happy, in a world that wants her dead. I can't help her. I can't save her. I can't stop her. I can't run. If she finds her way to nothing, then I won't have anyone.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
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Please, I love her more than freedom, and I want her to be free. Please, I'd sell my soul a thousand times, to drive her far from me. But she'll starve by twisted morals, may pain keep at bay the dread! And I want her to be happy, in a world that wants her dead. I can't help her. I can't save her. I can't stop her. I can't run. If she finds her way to nothing, then I won't have anyone.
alia-connors
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
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