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May 2014
When everything feels muddled the next day, was it worth it to convince yourself that everything is better under streetlights when fire flies are dancing and the world is busy being busy.

Slowing down to listen to the world break and you know that for that instant everyone alive or not is aware ofYour actions alone, like you were holding the gun to their head.
ponny jo
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   ---, Weeping willow and r
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