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May 2015
Sometimes being lost is the best place to be.
Sometimes know better doesn't matter.
Never the less, we are all secluded on this hopeless planet, trapped in a world of confusion saturated with hate. Alone facing absent minded people, clothed like a human. Blinded by wealth and heartless pursuit of it.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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