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the sun comes back even after the darkest of nights the coldest of winters when every other source of light in life is gone no matter if you're in a good mood or bad no matter if you yell at or not no matter if you forget for a second that you love it even after thirty days of night in the ******* arctic. you never did.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
how i knew you weren't the sun
the sun comes back even after the darkest of nights the coldest of winters when every other source of light in life is gone no matter if you're in a good mood or bad no matter if you yell at or not no matter if you forget for a second that you love it even after thirty days of night in the ******* arctic. you never did.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
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