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You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

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I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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