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Post by Lestat on Mon May 12, 2014 7:55 pm

To kill is to conflict,
To love is to break the soul.

I love you,
With all my broken bones.

I am sorry you are sick,
And cannot love the way you did long ago.

I am forever Happy for you,
I know this sickness will never go away.

I still love you,
With this sickness in your brain,
And the smoke that you've enhaled,
I wish for you a Happy death.

I wish it was not so,
For I will not see you in the after life.

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