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When you're immortal all beauty is left to wilt except your own reflection, you can't help but to fall in love with yourself.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Narcissus Wasn't Immortal
When you're immortal all beauty is left to wilt except your own reflection, you can't help but to fall in love with yourself.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
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