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sometimes it ***** what life turns out to be he was the perfect him i was the perfect me those hushed moments in the world we found no goodbyes were needed around awoke with the ****** of the pelvis sleeping the same synergistic in this plague what vanity we famed s.q.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
vain
sometimes it ***** what life turns out to be he was the perfect him i was the perfect me those hushed moments in the world we found no goodbyes were needed around awoke with the ****** of the pelvis sleeping the same synergistic in this plague what vanity we famed s.q.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
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