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I finally get it Love is an illusion,Never really there but we say it is to remain humble, Hated, and evil lives in us all, Although life is not Always bound to happen, Death is a guarantee, war’s are developing everyday and although peace is what we want it is something we will never get, the memory of you and me, willl burn along with the picture, this tattoo may not ever fade but i will do my best to cover it, you have damaged me, but i will be fixed. That is my promise to you love.
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