Torn in Two Pieces

Torn in Two Pieces

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Last published Fri, May 23, 2014

heartbreak humors love story

I love the way she smiles. It just felt so pure and innocent, that it makes her cheeks blush and her eyes sparkles. It just makes my heart beat faster and faster that it feels like its gonna burst because of over flowing love and happiness that I feel whenever I see her smile. She is so beautiful in many ways, her face, her actions, her attitudes and even her flaws are all so perfect. She was gorgeous, energetic and magnificent. She is unique in her own ways. But, why all of it have to fade away. Why does the pure and innocent smile replaced by mere sadness, the sparkling eyes with nothing but coldness and sorrow, her blushing cheeks with plane pale white, and most of all she became nothing but a weak and life less person. In short, she became dead. I would do anything to get back the life that was lost in her, even if I have to battle her one true love.

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