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wandering around ***** in his blood he didn’t know where he was he didn’t care. all he knew was how far out of his reach you were and on that morning he finally realised no matter how far he tried to reach you could never be grasped.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Morning of the 29th
wandering around ***** in his blood he didn’t know where he was he didn’t care. all he knew was how far out of his reach you were and on that morning he finally realised no matter how far he tried to reach you could never be grasped.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
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