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One one hand, love stands lonely. On the other it stands disgraced. Such is that both holds it, helplessly. Who can conceal the cracks? Who can caress..
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Based on real story.
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Love did not die. When I first realized that I have an
unbendable feeling for you breeding inside me, I kept on digging it, to know
that it actually..
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Days after warm tears stopped rolling down my icy cheeks;
weeks after knives of loneliness stopped piercing through my bruised heart;
months after..
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Yet still, I stand by the window. What if the breeze blowing from the south brings along the jingles of joyful laughter, enchanting
voices from bliss..
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Crush,
infatuation, short lived passion, or lust; often compared or evened out on the
same line with love. True love is to be shielded from the ..
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The
heart, the breath;
Invaded by an intoxicating soul.
Now, what? Just come to think of it:
What if this throbbing heart, reflecting the irres..
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I look at you. I no longer see shimmering hope. I see slaughtered faith. I shut my eyes. I no longer see your smiling face enlightening my heavy heart..
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Pink
and gray on a wintry morning. A warm ambiance. Did you feel the blaze inside
the frost? Light talks on a cozy afternoon in a room smelling of..
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Dreams
were compactly knit. All the knots were embracing each other with warmth. It
was looking flawless: the patterns, the colors, and the imagery...
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