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In the end, my eyes may only close, but for what?, i suppose is the question one beholds, when emboldening to a mold, made by simpletons.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
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In the end, my eyes may only close, but for what?, i suppose is the question one beholds, when emboldening to a mold, made by simpletons.
Mikhael
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Mikhael
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
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