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Jan 2014
A trip, a spill down memory lane
Reliving ever stain--all the pain
The truth is there is no "past"
Everything we've done will always last
What we did lives through the present
Never in life to be absent
Disaster Child
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Disaster Child
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   Ariel Leann
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