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or it breaks you, life, so they say, this or that, not both. life? it makes you breakable, grindeable, unmaked in maked up, washable, faded faces. it makes you unbreakable broken-born ones, blended into crepuscules, bent rainbows to the absence of light.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
it makes you
or it breaks you, life, so they say, this or that, not both. life? it makes you breakable, grindeable, unmaked in maked up, washable, faded faces. it makes you unbreakable broken-born ones, blended into crepuscules, bent rainbows to the absence of light.
21.08.2017
chimaera
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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