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Apr 2017
suddenly, he plunged his finger into the glass of water, as if to blot out a reflection that only he could see. he said "i've had a thousand half-loves, oh sometimes i want to shoot myself just thinking about it. those that endured me, endured the salvation of my soul! hold tight, use both hands. and even when she asks, don't ever let her go."
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