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May 2014
What does that number mean, Are some of us human and others not?
Behind the red door there is mystery. Experiences are perhaps glorified in the mind of those too morally bound to love, to ever unlock. But to me, any human is a human, no one more or less important than another. Except the individuals who make a lasting impact upon your life? Some people, they change you. Some make you more trusting, more hopeful, their honesty and positivity guide you like a beacon of light through the darkness. Darkness created inside yourself by the actions of others. Dishearted, not caring actions of people who want to use you. And do. And come out the valiant victor of their own war with everyone. I will be number one, and what matters is what I want. Its how I get off, that counts.
Vylette
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Vylette  Roma
(Roma)   
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