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Ready sentry never swaying in a torturously tantric pursuit of love. Breathing's steady back to the grind again. You cannot make them happy but you were not put on this earth to not try.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
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Ready sentry never swaying in a torturously tantric pursuit of love. Breathing's steady back to the grind again. You cannot make them happy but you were not put on this earth to not try.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
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