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If i could id ask love to trouble me no more. If thats what it would take, id give my heart away, so id never again hear love knock on my door. Such a rude Ms you make your home were you like without disreguard for another. you've even torn apart families cause strif between sisters and brothers,taken fathers, broken mothers. Make the most adoring seem stranger then the stranger sitting next to you at times. But when its right one ignites, and can feel july, toucing the sky, showing what beauty felt like to that beast. Yet its just like a fire work, it seems a fading dreaming and nothigs left but the fondest of memories. You are once more a child living in fairytales and makebelieve. How many time can one brake, i ask myself, because this kind of collision the hardest to stand up, and walk away from.