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My heart was blinded by you.
I’ve kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I’ve been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
2 Hmpfffffffffffffffffffff
That’s nice, dedicate a WHOLE album on Facebook to your new girl friend. See what I care…GAH, I hate that I care! Why bother? It’s not like you pay attention to my existence…gosh, that sounds so condescending and pathetic, meh.
It’s not so much her but the idea that it was so easy for you to move on.
Well, I just wanted to say: GOOD FOR YOU.
storybooks are based on what? imagination? where does it come from? it has to come from somewhere // imagination is the beginning of creation. you imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will // this is a real world. there are infinite more. you have to open your mind. they touch one another. pressing up in a long line of lands, each just as real as the last, all have their own rules. some have magic some don’t, and some need magic.
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