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Will is an ember that kindles inside of the Heart, like a predators' instict to **** It is there, carved deep with a blade into our genetics. It is there, waiting dormant for near fatality to to gently rest his cold, hands upon our faces. It is there, when nothing else is. It is the driving force of living, It is something that every human being is born with.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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Will is an ember that kindles inside of the Heart, like a predators' instict to **** It is there, carved deep with a blade into our genetics. It is there, waiting dormant for near fatality to to gently rest his cold, hands upon our faces. It is there, when nothing else is. It is the driving force of living, It is something that every human being is born with.
maddie-voigt
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
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