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a girl with black bags underneath her eyes hair that had split ends on every piece you looked at, and she might have gone a little awry, but that wasn't what her love looked at; he looked at her mind because it was so extraordinary; *her mind was a galaxy, waiting to be explored*
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
a galaxy
a girl with black bags underneath her eyes hair that had split ends on every piece you looked at, and she might have gone a little awry, but that wasn't what her love looked at; he looked at her mind because it was so extraordinary; *her mind was a galaxy, waiting to be explored*
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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