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freedom - no such thing
I can’t imagine freedom.
Everything comes with a price.
Take love.
Love comes with the biggest price of all.
“Will you die before the morning
my beloved?
For I can never sleep
knowing that there is doubt.”
“Do you still love me?
As much as I love you?
My heart is in knots of anguish,
for I can never know the answer.”
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Monday 11th October 2010 6:20 pm
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