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Two hearts, Walking hand in hand. The dream of Many… Very few’s Reality. Words are useless When your fingers Are Tangled with Mine.
Your fingerprints Have left inerasable Stains on my heart… And when people Notice, I tell them They are the scars Of a battle, That no one won And Nobody lost… And still, I Silently hope For that white flag…