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Sep 2017
Nothing looks good.
Nothing looks fine.
My soul is weak.
My lips can’t speak.


I desire pleasure.
I despise pain.
I am running in circles.
I am running away
princessninann
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princessninann  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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     Lior Gavra and XIII
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