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The time has come,it is here and
fear is with me.
Fear that your going
means goodbye.
Fear that I will fall apart
after you are gone.
Fear that you
will fade away
into a memory.
I don't want the
memory of you,
I want you.
Please,
don't kiss me goodbye,
just kiss me.
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