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aren't portray inside the heart yet lies inside the living soul itself. Even the heart been stabbed, gunned, cut, still we sober to notice who we loved.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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aren't portray inside the heart yet lies inside the living soul itself. Even the heart been stabbed, gunned, cut, still we sober to notice who we loved.
Some simple sentence stream out my brain
JudeJaden1987
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
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