Fight For This Love.
Love is...
Tasting the bitter within its sweetness.
Love is...
Tasting the bitter within its sweetness.
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10:39 AM
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Love is...
Always looking forward to the next day, and the next.
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2:28 AM
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Love is...
Keeping your late wife's favourite dress, neatly pressed and hung in the wardrobe.
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1:39 AM
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Love is...
"Mum, I got a tattoo."
"Hand me my glasses."
"Dad, I got a tattoo."
*silence*
Love is...
A string of laughter over senseless conversations right to the doorstep of 'DVD' shop.
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12:44 AM
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In conjunction with Valentines and just because I can use that as an excuse to do this.
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12:36 AM
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Crazy love.
Clearly misunderstood.
Pretty ugly.
Bittersweet.
Your support would really mean alot to me. Thank you and you. :)
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11:19 PM
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Morning, morning people. :) Afternoon, afternoon people.
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9:05 AM
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#1.
It probably weighs less than a pound. This lump that is blocking both the airway to her lungs and the passageway to her stomach. Its invisibility proves harmlessness but the pain is unexplainable. Yet, only a well of tears somehow seems calming.
#2.
The only reason her heart is beating is because she is breathing the air through his nose. She is breathing him. She is breathing hope.
Pang; A sudden sharp spasm of pain, A sudden sharp feeling of emotional distress.
It used to be so easy and I really treated this as an empty canvas where I'd freely write without care. It used to be so easy.
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11:14 PM
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