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Mar 2016
the grass tastes like candy and the flowers
sparkle like morning dew at twilight
the sun only comes out to say hello, like a passerby,
and the moon is a familiar friend
imagination becomes a reality and reality doesn't actually exist
and existence is just a dream
i listened to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H11UY5Xy_vs
this person's remixes are my lifee ee e e ee e  e
Angie S
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Angie S  24/F
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