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Nov 2013
Truth is but An endless river, running through my heart. Love is but a dam, blocking all that wish to pass. Time is my boat and guilt my oar, and this water is one best traversed alone. For when I drown in the darkness beneath, I want no one else to share my fate.
Whyleigh evermore
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Whyleigh evermore  13/Space
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