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I've realized that letting go of a love so deeply entrenched into you soul is like tearing off your own skin. The only thing that suppresses the pain is hope that your skin will grow back and become new again. But until then I will wait for love to come out of it's slumber. If only my heart could reincarnate into a diamond, since diamonds are forever.
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