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It's like stretching your arms out for your last breath, last smell, last vision, last touch. The end approaches you and then you realize you never even got what you were looking for.
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Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
You can keep dreaming. In the end its all a lie.
It's like stretching your arms out for your last breath, last smell, last vision, last touch. The end approaches you and then you realize you never even got what you were looking for.
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Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
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