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May 2014
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear, then reappear any where but here. Started getting high cause its easier to see things clear from up there. Even a pier, isn't all that it appears. So its hard to keep things clear. Love is a pain filled addiction, that all off us share, and I'm scared; because it's starting to feel like no one else cares.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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