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Jan 2015
wait for the thunder to hold its rumble, but watch for the lighting to illuminate the dark skies and the long tears in your auspicious eyes, yet forever holding a mutilated heart upon a tattered, white sleeve
I guess this is a description of how I feel a lot of the time. hope people can relate.
Hannah Mary
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Hannah Mary  Australia
(Australia)   
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