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There must exist the words that touch the right chords.
I know they must exist.
The words that sparkle you heart and make you feel love.
The words that turn you back into the infinitely marvelous person,
the thought of which,
constantly fills my mind.
The person that,
against all my intentions,
took over a big fragment of my life.
Again.
They must exist.
You’re thinking about things.
I’m trying to find those words.
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