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You can't cry about it. Not now, not ever. Your tears will be black from mascara, Eyeliner smudges smeared across your face. Waterfall stains like a stream erodes the river bank. You must 'man up'. Well who said so? It's painful, you know, Standing on Lego.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
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You can't cry about it. Not now, not ever. Your tears will be black from mascara, Eyeliner smudges smeared across your face. Waterfall stains like a stream erodes the river bank. You must 'man up'. Well who said so? It's painful, you know, Standing on Lego.
rhianwilliams
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
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