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Feb 2014
sometimes I wonder
how it would be like, coming to a
standstill in the middle of the road
back facing the traffic flow
I wouldnt even see it coming
15, my parents left me this walking equivalent of insecurity
and self loathe and really, nothing good
comes out from this.
カランドリエ
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カランドリエ  B.Island cemetery
(B.Island cemetery)   
572
   Lior Gavra
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