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She was a dreamer Never a realist. When she is falling, She believed she is flying. When she is beaten, She believed love is deepen. When she is breaking, She believed Earth is shaking. When she is broken, She believed she is chosen. When she is crying, She believed it's purifying. She was a dreamer, Never a realist. That is why, When you are leaving, She finally is breathing.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Dreamer
She was a dreamer Never a realist. When she is falling, She believed she is flying. When she is beaten, She believed love is deepen. When she is breaking, She believed Earth is shaking. When she is broken, She believed she is chosen. When she is crying, She believed it's purifying. She was a dreamer, Never a realist. That is why, When you are leaving, She finally is breathing.
But you are not leaving.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
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