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*In an endless corridor of mirrors as clean as snow, Me and my friends grasp each other with loose open arms and smile As we dive into the mist of recognition and truce.*
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Lost Parts
*In an endless corridor of mirrors as clean as snow, Me and my friends grasp each other with loose open arms and smile As we dive into the mist of recognition and truce.*
mysteryezekude
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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