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*he hold his hands up every night trying to reach a star he's been doing that for so long...* *how foolish can that man be? its just impossible.*
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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*he hold his hands up every night trying to reach a star he's been doing that for so long...* *how foolish can that man be? its just impossible.*
perhaps its time for me to wake up to the cold reality.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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