Sometimes... Our own light Goes out. Embers die. Flames fade. Warmth ceases. Then... Just as fast It can be rekindled By a spark From another's. Giving us everything We had missed.
Sometimes... Our own light Goes out. Embers die. Flames fade. Warmth ceases. Then... Just as fast It can be rekindled By a spark From another's. Giving us everything We had missed.
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Beautiful 🖤
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❤️ So are you
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Maybe 😉🖤
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From what I can see.. I can tell you that you have a beautiful mind. ❤️
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Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up most of the time – but it gets me through most days I suppose 😁🖤
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Same here… That’s why I like you lol ❤️
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I feel there’s a fair chance we’re cut from the same cloth too 😁🖤
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I completely agree with you 😁❤️
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😁🖤
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I hope it’s true. I want it to be true.
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It is. Listen to me. I got you. ❤️
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A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by!
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❤️❤️❤️
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