I first see your glaze
eyes widen over...
He lays there every night in his bed thinking of...
Nights pass as we sit along the brink of time.
hearts sweeling with affection...
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The love of a broken heart, is a love from a mended one |
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\"a love can never have an end, only a new begining, never give it up, for when it comes back, you\'ll love it just as much as when it was first there\" |