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When love dies, It ceases to exist. And the flame that used to be, Ceases to persist It feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding, Like it’s your last breath youre about to take, And it feels like your soul’s watching, And all you can do is pray you wake. When love dies, It’s like everything slows down to a stop The tears that came rolling down your cheeks Are taking ages to drop To the cold tiled floor I fell onto my knees, It felt as if the light followed her shadow, As she slammed closed the door… Love died, I know this because my soul died too. And it was hurting as much As all the pain I put her through. When love died I ceased to exist The only thing that kept us together... Ceased to persist.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 13:20:26 +0000

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