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Dec 2013
I wouldn’t speak. I wouldn’t walk. I wouldn’t
hurt. I wouldn’t annoy. I wouldn’t disappoint. I
wouldn’t depend on you.
I’m sorry; it’s always my fault. I’m sorry that I
couldn’t be a tree.

a.m.m
Written by
amm
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     Lior Gavra and laura
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