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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin

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toPher said…
whoa.... not bad man...
so PROFOUND...
your LITERARY DIET is good....
kekekeke...
rock on man!!!
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