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how unfathomably unfair:
to start to love, only to lose it far too soon

 he smiled a sad smile

life isn't meant to be fair, it is meant to be lived
and to live it, means to have to die
even if too young

though our love was briefly felt
it was fierce
we were brief, but fierce


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