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May 2015
The color of the grass in the color of the sky, those colors  might not last. We may never see them again because the changes will happen and it all begins here.

He's always to try to annoy the neighborhood's cats. I can't even tell if he's a guy or girl. He's just, different
The feelings inside me are not to be taken lightly, may you understand my heart.
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ThEkInG  16/Somewhere
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