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your soul is an infinite wick with no beginning or end, allow afflictions and worries to ignite your paraffin. radiate it’s heat as it becomes your ember. we are made of wax
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
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your soul is an infinite wick with no beginning or end, allow afflictions and worries to ignite your paraffin. radiate it’s heat as it becomes your ember. we are made of wax
neko
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
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