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Aug 2013
You cannot face the fact without facing the crowd
You cannot let tangle slip without getting a bit lost
You cannot **** someone over without loving them first
You cannot tell a story without childhood memory

These things are our days
Our days are over

We are dead
**** me now

Don't wait

****
lina
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