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January 22, 2013
By jst.louis BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
jst.louis BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
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To die and separate is less sorrowful, But to live and part is the greatest torment. I feel like I'm losing you, which means I am a tormented soul. Every second of the waking day my mind is wrapped around us, and the thought that our forever will never exist. I'm fighting that nightmare so the inch of hope can live in our love, live and stop the torment of this love's being.



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