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"TRUE LOVE IS PRICELESS"

I don't get peace even for a single moment without you. I don't know why my heart feels perplexed without you. Just for your sake, I can remain awake for countless nights even after the numerous fights.
Whenever you go my heart follows you. I have no control over my feelings my heart now, it's you and only you isn't this feeling 'wow'.
When you get upset my heart breaks. I will happily reach my destination if you'll walk on this road along with me. Never go anywhere and especially away from the gaze of my eyes. My heart is unable to attach itself with anyone else now. May everyone leaves, my only request is you don't ............


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