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when we met

     I wish we could meet for the first time all over again. In every life that will come I wish to meet you. There's a burning desire inside of me and I can't get rid of it; I won't untill I'll find you again and again. I want to find out all the possible ways we could see each other for the first time; I need to find out all the ways we can fall in love with each other.
    And in some way, I know that wasn't the first time I saw you. You were there with me for a while now. You had been in my life trying to get me but I didn't know; and you didn't either.
    

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