Island

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I guess it was meant to stay on the island..our hands intertwined must untangle. Our eyes must not meet no longer or tears will fall and we will fall in love again. We must no longer make contact or things will fall apart.. we were never allowed to happy it seems, or we were never meant be.

The island was our hideaway..

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