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She is always more deceiving, than she is comforting You take one look at her and not one thing is halted, quieted, stopped from going through your mind
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
the night
She is always more deceiving, than she is comforting You take one look at her and not one thing is halted, quieted, stopped from going through your mind
the night is always when you're surrounded by your own mind
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
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