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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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