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It must mean something see through you, count with your heartbeat the days gone, erase the mist, the clouds, the leaves.   Death must mean something.
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
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It must mean something see through you, count with your heartbeat the days gone, erase the mist, the clouds, the leaves.   Death must mean something.
bastian-daneri
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21/M/Caracas, Venezuela
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
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