Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
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unique, extravagant, a danger in just a moment, and then its gone
judge me; i dare you.
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- Recalling the descriptions once before, as friction, Acid, and diamonds. The door for unlimited strength and availability of hugs. My true self? I ask the same. Power. Passion. Love. Determination. Are the four elements i need to find a place to call home. To regain my faith, and true self, is what i deeply long for
how can you ever love someone; when you're not willing to die for them.
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