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Jun 2015
I'm running through a forest
of  our  lost  dreams
       I though I was just a tourist
       but  that  is  not  what  it  seems
               I hope to find a way out
               but  I  need  to  help  you
                      There seems to be no route
                      so  I  will  love  you  li­ke  I  want  *too
Random thoughts
Lauren Leal
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Lauren Leal  29/M/USA
(29/M/USA)   
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   Destre' and ᴋᴀʏ
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