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Feb 2016
What if I fed on the stars? I know I'd starve till darkness dawns upon us, consuming the galaxy at first ray of night. I'd hold every hope and dream wished upon, but sorrow would fill up my insides for I would never be able to make any of them come true.
What if.
Bipolar Hypocrite
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Bipolar Hypocrite  In Crazy.
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