Number Eight.

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i thought love was lost.

but now found.
he opened a door and open my eyes.
reality no longer a fragment of my imagination.
happiness found .
emptiness loneliness and despair is now depleted .
it changed my whole perspective
on a thing called love.
love is what you make it
either you make it last forever or never

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