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Organizing the desk on solid wood if only i understood Sorting the papers, a perpetual mess, thoughts my mind wishes to confess. Shredding the confidentials security measures, they could never understand my secret treasures. Boxing the pictures with pain inside nonetheless, the moon moves along with the tide. Time is always changing, looking from within. I know the life I must choose, But you? will undoubtably see it, a life full of sin.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
permeation, migration station
Organizing the desk on solid wood if only i understood Sorting the papers, a perpetual mess, thoughts my mind wishes to confess. Shredding the confidentials security measures, they could never understand my secret treasures. Boxing the pictures with pain inside nonetheless, the moon moves along with the tide. Time is always changing, looking from within. I know the life I must choose, But you? will undoubtably see it, a life full of sin.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
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