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Cry and cry at least you try, take this handkerchief and wipe your intense grief. Honey, I was never really gone, I'm just flying around and the only problem is that you can't see me... .. but you can feel me.
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Where there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is poetry.

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