Parallel

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You made me think a thousand reasons to stay stagnant. You made my universe scattered from its explosion of matter, energy, time and space. You made my melody in perfect harmony with you. You paint my dull tint into a lively shade of blue. You found my Waterloo and heal its every bloody wound. You made me realized that love is feasible for us but in the end all this thought, and forces push me into one word – impossible you.

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