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Don't Hate Me For Loving You

It is not the death, I can see it eye to eye but I fear dying in your eyes.

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  1. Such is life. And death. We die so many times before we are actually dead.

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  2. B'ful line.wen we become unimportant in sumone's eyes is not in our hands...

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  3. In a line u said everything abt life

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  4. God that is so powerful...! Almost inspires me to write a poem on it. You nvr knw..i just might..thnks..

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