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  My Love he makes me the happiest, but he also causes me so much pain I wish I never met him, but I also want to be held in his strong arms My Love he is full of rage, but he is also so senistive
She held him tightly as she bled A gushing pool of crimson red. He cried out, “How can this be? “Why must she be down, and why not me?” Her wedding dress was now drenched,
Soft focused silhouette instantly owned treacherous irises, while cerebral sparks and cranial inquires paralyzed me. The air was thick with illegal clouds of smoke
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