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Jun 2015
I just can't tell anymore.
But if it will happen.
It will happen.
Or leave me behind.
It will make me happy.
Or it will make me cry.
It shall make me dance into the night.
Or cry on my knees.
I yet don't know.
Reverie  Dawson
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Reverie Dawson
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