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Mar 2015
go to bed, young dreamer

follow those thoughts that bring you home
where ever it may exist,
not be in places that clocks are turning and time is burning,
close your eyes and turn your mind from the madness,
fall in love with your sadness...
Michelle Fotopoulos
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Michelle Fotopoulos  28/F
(28/F)   
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