Love
It hurts to dream of it
It hurts to know it's there
But cannot grow
Close
Yet so far apart
Only one thing separates them
Mortallity
A choice is offered
But only to the girl
It's more like a deal
One that has daring consequences
Three days
The fate of their love
Is in the hands of indecision
And only three days to decide
What will become of this
This apparant love
Will it flourish
Or die
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A look into a lovesick girl's heart and life.
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