In Another Lifetime || MJ
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In another lifetime...
~ In the depth of my heart, there lies a flame that burns for you, that radiates in your presence. A burning desire that never wanes. It's a feeling so deep, so pure and true,
A love that only beats for you. Your beauty puts me in a non-ending cycle of love. I've fallen so deeply in love with you, I can't stop wishing you were near me, holding me closely. Even though we shall part. My heart will never stop beating for you, with every breath that I take I'll continue to think of you. And your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your pure soul, and everything all above. In another lifetime, will meet again. We would laugh and smile, and never be apart. Our love would be a work of art, A masterpiece for all to see, A love so beautiful, it would set us free. No tears will fall from your eyes and land In the palm of my hand. In another lifetime, we would never let go, Our love would only grow, And though this time has come to an end, In another lifetime, our love will begin again. ~
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A student and teacher love, that shouldn't be around. A love that everyone disagrees with. No one could understand the undoubtedly love that they surrounded themselves in.
"Why can't I just love you?" Tears fell from her eyes, as she looked up at him. Her heart has never been so sure, she fell in love with him deeply, more than any word can express, more than any touch can make goosebumps form. More than anything.
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This book is for a mature audience. It shall contain Sexual content, Strong language, Rape mentioned, and Alcohol abuse. If you are uncomfortable with any of those I suggest you shouldn't read this book. But in chapters, I will tell at the beginning if there are any suggestive scenes.
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