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Strange are the days when I don't run strange are the days when I don't smile strange are the days without sun rare are the days without water rare are the days without laughter rare are the days without prayer uncommon are the days which are quiet uncommon are the days without music uncommon are the days without stories the feelings missed hormones not released leading to a chemical imbalance the rarities of life sometimes good yet other times leaving a void Days are given days are numbered each filled with its own misery and splendor
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
Les jours.
Strange are the days when I don't run strange are the days when I don't smile strange are the days without sun rare are the days without water rare are the days without laughter rare are the days without prayer uncommon are the days which are quiet uncommon are the days without music uncommon are the days without stories the feelings missed hormones not released leading to a chemical imbalance the rarities of life sometimes good yet other times leaving a void Days are given days are numbered each filled with its own misery and splendor
melissa-jimenez
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
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