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Aug 2014
I've written myself in those poems;poems that were dedicated for you. Now I realise you just stole my passion for the world and the beauty I used to contemplate in art and everything that surrounded me. You know what? ******* I can and I will live without you, yes it's cold but you get used to it .
I'm lame lol bye . Day 7 you left
Le petite tournesol noir
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Le petite tournesol noir  CancΓΊn
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