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Jun 2015
You think you know life, stand on the edge of things and watch it go by.
But you're not living it,
Not really.
You're just a tourist, a ghost.
And then you feel it,
Really feel it.
It gets under your skin and it lives inside you.
There's no escape, there's nothing to be done.
Farris
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Farris  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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