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the infinitive to end all thought, because those with no love, have no dreams and those with no dreams, are not living. it is a burning passion in the pit of the heart, guiding you through your troubles. The wonderful sensation inside when you succeed this is truly love, simple and clear.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
To love
the infinitive to end all thought, because those with no love, have no dreams and those with no dreams, are not living. it is a burning passion in the pit of the heart, guiding you through your troubles. The wonderful sensation inside when you succeed this is truly love, simple and clear.
preston-halleck
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
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