UNKOWN
Love is as sensitive as a feather its so vunurable that people try to eliminate what is so pure.Some people don't like to see you happy weather its hate or jealousy.When love fades into the air there's nothing left but those moment's that were true.I know every moment you will remember only the incident of amnesia could make a mistake and take it away from us,
-Alhiya
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