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345 · Apr 2016
Books
I don't think anyone could love books as much as I do.
331 · Jan 2016
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"Why did you hug me?"* She asked the elder lady, obviously astounded. She had not felt such incredible sensation in so long that she'd nearly forgotten how it felt to have someone express his or her altruism towards her.

"You looked like you deeply needed it," The woman said.
"A frown was placed at your lips, something that shouldn't be there."

That may have been all that was said, but it was enough to have warmth rush into her agonized and pain-filled heart.
280 · Jan 2016
Untitled
How is it that, the night is always much more beautiful than the day?

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