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And once again, all was nothing. Nothing mattered, nothing was important. And she was alone again. And had finally decided that. That mysteries of mysteries. To ask death to come.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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And once again, all was nothing. Nothing mattered, nothing was important. And she was alone again. And had finally decided that. That mysteries of mysteries. To ask death to come.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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