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The End. I’m still wondering if you were the best thing or the worst thing that ever happened to me I wore a tough face, and yet I was bearing such delicate features my eyes sung a song of pain and resentment p.s. good things come to an end because better things come out of it, freedom. I’m glad it’s the end. - by Cheyanne Ntangu
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
The End.
The End. I’m still wondering if you were the best thing or the worst thing that ever happened to me I wore a tough face, and yet I was bearing such delicate features my eyes sung a song of pain and resentment p.s. good things come to an end because better things come out of it, freedom. I’m glad it’s the end. - by Cheyanne Ntangu
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
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