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I hate how simply beautiful I think you are Without even trying Not because your countenance Has all the features I desire Or that, your sullen eyes Make me want to cry I want to do better than your demons To do better than your dreams
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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I hate how simply beautiful I think you are Without even trying Not because your countenance Has all the features I desire Or that, your sullen eyes Make me want to cry I want to do better than your demons To do better than your dreams
cowin-alan
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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