Five years couldnโt break me, distance couldnโt stop meโshe may call me her rival now, but Iโll burn the world if thatโs what it takes to make her mine again.
A flow of letters creates words...
A flow of words creates sentences...
Those are meaningless if they can't elucidate our feelings...
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I'm trying to illustrate our highs and dips in words.
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