If it's not real now? Was it once? Because I find myself flinching at faces that once caused a rush. A quiet blush, when it used to be so much. There is no truth except, what was there once left. When I tell you how I feel, know in advance that it's entirely crap, because we both know I'll be saying I'm fine with that.
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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