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My Love
I always knew that the time will come when we are forced to say goodbye to each other. I did not want to leave you, but when you get this letter, it is already too late. I am so sorry for everything. You do not deserve this. It is hard to find this final words for you, precisely because I loved you so much. Close your eyes and you will see I am near by you. Close your eyes, my darling. I will be there. Before I got to know you I was able to accept that I have not much time left to live in this world. Now it is hardly possible. Whatever will happen to me, think back to the time we spent together, reminisce about our last days in calmness and peace. My darling I will be near you Always L. William Ayy ... This is the ~cover~ (just for me to imagine The guy who writes this I named Lucian. And he writes it to a girl, her name's Amber. Yeah however, it was just an idea to make this letter and I know what I've written here and what is written in the manipulation isn't the same, but perhaps later I'll change it. I hope you like it. ^^ Credits: Paper Texture 1: ~darkrose42-stock Paper Texture 2: ~Limaria-Stock Feather: ~tash11-stock Old Script and Rose: ~Shadow-Brushes Thanks to the great stock providers. Comments and Favorites are always appreciated. |
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"For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh."
- Georges Rouault
'It was the last time that we were together and as I looked into his eyes, I was certain, that he knew it.' - Out of a book I'm writing
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"For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh."
- Georges Rouault
'It was the last time that we were together and as I looked into his eyes, I was certain, that he knew it.' - Out of a book I'm writing
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"For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh."
- Georges Rouault
'It was the last time that we were together and as I looked into his eyes, I was certain, that he knew it.' - Out of a book I'm writing
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