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 -Pain over love, you the most beautiful regret...

 


My soul always been a dark place but you the most beautiful regret I have had, yet I choose you over again & again. Pain over love, maybe this is why one sided is always pure. There’s something about you I don’t wanna lose, which makes me want you more. 
Ever since you left, I’ve forgotten the taste of love.

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