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Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
...Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night...
My love-lies-bleeding.
...Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night...
My love-lies-bleeding.