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What this life is about

Ready sentry never swaying in a torturously tantric pursuit of love. Breathing's steady back to the grind again. You cannot make them happy but you were not put on this earth to not try.

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adam-bigelow

American

Published: Dec 3, 2012
LinesWords: 534

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