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The world we live on is practically made of mysteries. Why is It that we can fly to the moon but yet we can't find a cure for a broken heart. We can find cures for diseases but can't figure out why we let the good things go. So many questions and no answers but why is that? Frankly I'd like to about where I'm living at with no questions needed to be asked.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
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The world we live on is practically made of mysteries. Why is It that we can fly to the moon but yet we can't find a cure for a broken heart. We can find cures for diseases but can't figure out why we let the good things go. So many questions and no answers but why is that? Frankly I'd like to about where I'm living at with no questions needed to be asked.
angel-jimenez
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
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