One death in this world, one death in another. But can they both live on? There was no striking bell, just the whispers of friends who wanted to keep the circle closed, keep the circle close. Love is not a potion, but a bond, a bridge between two souls. Have you walked across to my side lately? Have I been to yours?
There should be no blame. Only an agreement to meet in the middle, for the rest of our days.
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