Her
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it's my everyday thoughts about her. whatever I think , I just write it down. I can't tell her all of this because of umm you will see why when you read these. But yeah. Enjoy:)
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"You know that I'm dying and you still want this?" I asked confused. She walked slowly to me, never taking her eyes off me. Like two piece of magnet coming together, I couldn't pull away. Resting her forehead on mine, she finally spoke "I love you"Complete
How Can I Move On, When I'm Still In Love With You
no one knows-she knows and I was fcked up😵💫Complete
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