Love Quote #6667003
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I have my pain, Reminding me that you are real, I have my pain,

I have my pain,

Reminding me that you are real,
I have my pain,

Or I have nothing of you.

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Delicate*

posted March 9, 2013 at 2:03am UTC tagged with love, loss, pain

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You took a step, I took a breath. I shout your name, I'm already too late. I've lost you and now, I'm alone in the world. And when my eyes open, I'll still not have you.
TELL ME THE STORY, about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe.

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