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Jun 2017
The truth is

The skies get clean
when you get happy

The skies get cloudy
when you're sad

and my heart beats faster
when you look me
It's 23:51 while I am writing it. I  already should've slept.
Written by
Dan Santos  19/M
(19/M)   
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   Via Ricasoli
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