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Apr 2018
One day I feel like I do too much. The next is never enough and everything in between reminds me that I can't sail against the wind but I'll always find love again for everything I loved before I thought I'd never love again
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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