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love arrives when it's time and leaves when it must

what hurts most than almost?

time is money that we are bound to spend

i am yours even though i was never mine

the mouth speaks but the eyes tell

holding your hands was more natural than breathing

love is only taught by doing

it does and it will

too young to notice, old enough to regret

are these hands meant to hold you or let you go?

my eyes already told what my mouth can't

how can we bid goodbye if we can't even say hi?

we've spent so much time just to ignore each other

we used to know each other too much i can't be proud