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caughtbutescaped

Published: Sep 24, 2007

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Literature Text

we're together
it's awesome
having fun
but
wait
just a minute
where are you?
you can't be...
are you?
going...
away?
i want you
to stay
here
with me
why must we
always be
torn apart
at the worst
times?
come back
please
let her come back...

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Yureilia

Sep 25, 2007

It's nice XD well in a sense that it's sad, but nicely written! <3

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