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Jan 2016
I know how you can't forget the way he looked at you when he thought you were the sun, moon and all the stars.

Tell me about how he still thinks you're the sun and if he looks at you long enough,Β Β he fears he'll go blind.
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aslana  20/F/new jersey
(20/F/new jersey)   
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