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--Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved-- |
All of my dreams have been broken
there is no cure...
You walk a precious path that leads to the...
Its all going wrong
Its all messed up...
All of my dreams have been broken
there is no cure...
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In the midst of this reality, your true colors are undefined |
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I love not for happiness but i love for the sake of being with someone as angelic as you |