Love(by emi)
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
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