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Your love broke me and his love can heal me. More than you could.

It threatens to consume if I am not careful.

These lips are mine, and they do not kiss.

Only in the music do we set ourselves free.

You are lost to me.

The transformation of a little girl.

The power of words.

No feeling does die.

What is to suffer but to be human?

Never thinking or breathing.