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Mar 2014
In my diluted youth,
I used to believe,
our world was perfect.

Spending so many nights,
dreaming with my eyes open,
imagining the impossible,
and creating a parallel universe,
in which I was his to hold..

But like everything else,
my thoughts were
ultimately flawed.

My heart had written its own story,
*a fiction.
Pushing Daisies
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Pushing Daisies
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         Celeste Traxler, MAK, ---, Weeping willow, Weariness and 57 others
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