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The strongest sword cuts your heart as illusions fade and split apart. Without even touching your skin you feel it cutting deep within. It exists for a moment barely a spark and it makes the light of hope go dark. It lays it bare for you to see, that your love‘s not meant to be. The word is no.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
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The strongest sword cuts your heart as illusions fade and split apart. Without even touching your skin you feel it cutting deep within. It exists for a moment barely a spark and it makes the light of hope go dark. It lays it bare for you to see, that your love‘s not meant to be. The word is no.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
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