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The Truth

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KalineReine

Published: Jun 7, 2017

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And that's when I realized...
A little piece of me will always have a little piece of you in it...

And I smiled.
There's a you-shaped imprint upon my soul...

And wherever you go in this world,
And whatever you do...

I will always be with you.
Just like you'll always be with me.

Here...
In our world.

My heart may weep for you,
But in the end, I always must let you go...

I love you,
Beyond love...

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