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If we can be found ... we sure can get lost ..
through all the madness of falling in love ..
virtually lost.. don't wanna be found ..
your dying alone ...
the stain of rain that falls towards the pavement ..
painted with blood of somebody you love ..
is this the sacrifice for the broken ?
loseing the purest of us in your heart .. ❤️
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