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Nov 2013
Beep beep beep* The alarm rings at 6:30am.

But I have been up since 5.

There are two types of tears.

One - salty, that rolls down your cheeks.
Another - crimson, that trickles on your skin.

One says you felt too much, the other yearns to feel more.
mims
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mims  Neverland
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