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two of a kind
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Ongoing, First published Sep 03, 2021
she feels all because she met him
pain, all she feels is pain. 
they fell for her beauty then ran away from her brain 
All her life she has only wanted contentment.
She would go any lengths for a moment of bliss. 
Wherever she went followed chaos 

And in between the chaos was him. 

he didnt ask to be where he was but he saw a spark of a new life in her.
she was his chance. 
he saw a whole magnificent soul burning brightly behind her secrets. 
meeting someone on the ledge of the bridge seems more like an ending but it was the start of them.
he couldn't stop thinking about her, little does he know she was thinking about him too. 

little does she know she just met another of her inside of him. 
they were two of a kind but their story was one of a kind.
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