Literary Colonel
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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They were like fire and ash. So similar, yet so different. She was beautiful. Lively. Destructive. And he was broken. Wounded. And totally in love with her. One had to be consumed, so the other one can be born. One had to burn for the other to glow.
Some people are like clouds. Sometimes they create a picture of heavenly beauty. Sometimes they tend to obstruct the beauty. Therefore sometimes they just have to disappear to make somethings beautiful.
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