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Dec 2013
It kinda seems to me, like I need to reinforce some things.
One of them is me, so fix in form of dreams.
But if dreams are where I'm dying,
Then where's the fun in that?
So much left to wonder,
I thought we made a pact,
Not to give up on her;
And then never to look back?
EphemeralLikeGold
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