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Blurred, like the lines covering your eyes Blind, like the rage growing within me. Our souls have never matched, maybe we're just too much alike. Or maybe, just maybe, you don't want them to.
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Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Blurred
Blurred, like the lines covering your eyes Blind, like the rage growing within me. Our souls have never matched, maybe we're just too much alike. Or maybe, just maybe, you don't want them to.
#sad#dad#agry
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ellen-claassens
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
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