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How I crave to change the past.

Only if I could bring you back.

If only we could speak again.

Why must destiny be this way?

Why must you be taken away from me?

Why couldn't I change our fate?

How could I let this happen?

Where does it say this was meant to be?

Who got to make this decision to remove you from my life?

Heavy is the head who wears the crown.

Heavy is the heart who goes on alone.

It makes you selfish, it makes you creepy, it makes you obsessed with your hair, it makes you do and say things you never thought you would do..

It's all any of us want and it's hell when we get there..

So no wonder that it's something that we don't want to do on our own..

We are taught that if we are born with love, than life is about choosing the right place to put it,

And when you find the right place, Love comes easily..

But I'm not sure that's true.

It takes strength to know what's right, and love isn't something that weak people do..