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I never felt burdened by loving you. 

It was all so organic; it worked as if it were created to. 

We became woven into each other’s beings and together we’d grown into our own personification of peace. 

Your destruction of that is a reminder that hurt yields power, but your desire to mend it proves that TRUE love prevails. 

What happens when it’s too late? 

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