One boy.
One girl.

Two hearts.
Their world.

What seems so perfect seems so wrong.
Dreams can only last me so long.

One day.
One night.

Two children.
Thier life.

You whispered softly in my ear.
"The birth of morning is upon us, dear"


Time goes by and secrets rise.
Reality with no more lies.
 
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