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You cannot see her but I still do. For she is a memory of a once magnificent dream. A dream were we would dance. Dancing a dance that would leave us enchanted in a beautiful trance. Bringing forth a revelation that gave me a glimpse of galaxies filled with pure bliss and ecstasy. A love that was brought by the wonders of synchronicity and destiny. That led me to a state of complete serenity. How happy she made me, how I loved her so but I had to set her free and ultimately let her go. In order for me to plant the seeds that needed to be sown. To truly learn to live and to grow. You cannot see her, but I still do. Always being reminded of a love that was  genuine, whole, and so pure. Forever intertwined into my soul. She will remain in my memories safe and secure.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Memory
You cannot see her but I still do. For she is a memory of a once magnificent dream. A dream were we would dance. Dancing a dance that would leave us enchanted in a beautiful trance. Bringing forth a revelation that gave me a glimpse of galaxies filled with pure bliss and ecstasy. A love that was brought by the wonders of synchronicity and destiny. That led me to a state of complete serenity. How happy she made me, how I loved her so but I had to set her free and ultimately let her go. In order for me to plant the seeds that needed to be sown. To truly learn to live and to grow. You cannot see her, but I still do. Always being reminded of a love that was  genuine, whole, and so pure. Forever intertwined into my soul. She will remain in my memories safe and secure.
bianca-ortega
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
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