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The days of innocence for so long our only truth we come into this world so imperfect, yet, so innocent though our innocence is fleeting with every passing day until noting but imperfection is left becoming wholly what we are
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Imperfection
The days of innocence for so long our only truth we come into this world so imperfect, yet, so innocent though our innocence is fleeting with every passing day until noting but imperfection is left becoming wholly what we are
kyle-howard
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
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