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[stealmypurse]

The missing of you gets sharper with every passing hour.
If the hurt wasn't mixed with the sweetness of having known you I would just lay myself upon the blade of my feelings and end this sorrow.

The sensation of your breath tickling my ear as you whisper "Love" in my ear keeps me hoping that tomorrow...
Tomorrow, I will see you.

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[yourcure]

awww, darling.