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Someone to make every wreckage on our damaged souls insignificant. A mind of sanity and imagination. Eyes of the innocent. Mouth and ears that knows truth from false. A love so stunning and pleasant that it's unachievable.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Perfect illusion
Someone to make every wreckage on our damaged souls insignificant. A mind of sanity and imagination. Eyes of the innocent. Mouth and ears that knows truth from false. A love so stunning and pleasant that it's unachievable.
Clindballe
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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