Death with a kiss
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He was quiet. He was quiet and he was innocently adorable. I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. I shouldn't have but I did. To my defence, I didn't know back then what my kiss might do to anybody. To my dispear it doesn't change the fact that he's gone. And it doesn't change the fact that it's my fault.
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