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A life fleeting. Shouting for another but, our breaths hold short. Take what you can. I’m here, and I’m gone.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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A life fleeting. Shouting for another but, our breaths hold short. Take what you can. I’m here, and I’m gone.
mprestonharris
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
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