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Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips
when two;s company, three's the result
Today i begin to understand what love must be, if it exists
When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourself,
We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost,
that is what I imagine love to be : Incompleteness in absence
You don't get to choose how you're going to die.
But certainly, You can only decide how you're going to live,