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Sep 2015
The treacherous hearts of our kind, desperate to seek for a familiar sense of companionship.
The world is painful, it’s sad and overpowering.
“A voice to voice one’s voice is a voice in its self.”
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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