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If you ask me what my favorite song is
I would say that
It's your heartbeat.

You know you love someone when they are the only one you want to look at the moon at 3 am and talk deeply about life with.

What you don't know are the troubles.
The heartbreaks.
The pain.

We only want to see the beautiful things.
That's why we don't see the reality.

Our hopes and imaginations are keeping us alive.
Even if we are already dead inside.
Living with a tired soul.

We have to survive.
We have to fight against our own demons.
There is no choice.
This
Is
Life

To take, to give.
To cry, to smile.
To love, to hate.
To bleed, to heal.


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