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shouting is usually the first thought -- A fit of wonton rage at your inexplicable beauty and charm that my fragile feeble and all together fickle mind can't contain. But I step back. That's insane. So I admire. From afar. Because that's easier, after all.
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
inebriated.
shouting is usually the first thought -- A fit of wonton rage at your inexplicable beauty and charm that my fragile feeble and all together fickle mind can't contain. But I step back. That's insane. So I admire. From afar. Because that's easier, after all.
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
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