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May 18, 2012

 

 

He loved her like there was no tomorrow

And maybe that is the most honest form of love

To take the moment as it presents itself

To seize the opportunity

To not ask questions and therefore remove all guilt.

But as with every high point, a low must follow

And then comes the abyss

 

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