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Jan 2011
the feeling is free, I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
whatever, it's nothing but another game in life
another question unanswered?
that other life, unloved
I wonder if Euler ever met his soulmate...
well when will we ever get around to anything important?
it's ugly to see you sit there wondering if this is written for you.
*it isn't
reflections hold less light than their mirrors
900
 
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