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Roaring River

A river that moves swiftly, yet harsh. No matter where you are, no matter how close you get, you may be able to hear the roaring river, but you will never be able to fnd it. You hear the loud beating of the roaring river, it beats louder and louder until the end of my time. And that roaring river is none other than, my lonesome beating heart........
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abigail-rayna-bailey-1
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Jan 26, 2012
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