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May 2016
My desire to be loved extends past the abundance of stars silently hanging on in the midst of what we name the universe. It thrives on hope of being unique to someone or somewhere; desperately anticipating for a Love so extraordinaire that the earth would no longer orbit the sun. The same way I orbit the possibilities of finding Love and ending up with none.

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Brooke Sylvia
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