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| Love is always easy. But its easier to turn around, when people know your leaving. Its easier to run away, when your empty tears are all they're seeing. Who's to say that it progresses, the beauty in its ways? Who's to say an hour from now, that I'll go through with all I say? "END" is such a striking word, Because we've only just begun. The thought of love seems so far gone. who's to say that I'm the one? |
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