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I never used to believe it. Pennys that bring good luck. Black cats that make you weep. Something about mirrors. But now. Now I understand it. Because dreams, and wishes, and all the other ******** It's real. And crazy thing is.. I've experienced it. Maybe it was a completely backwards way. And maybe whoevers in charge of all that crap got confused. But I found you. And you weren't exactly who I had in mind. But you seem to be better than what I thought I deserved. So now I make 11.11 wishes. And I pick up those ***** coins and count to 3 and make a wish. And I don't try smash mirrors anymore. You've shown me love is real. That movie. Heartfelt. Real love.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Superstitions
I never used to believe it. Pennys that bring good luck. Black cats that make you weep. Something about mirrors. But now. Now I understand it. Because dreams, and wishes, and all the other ******** It's real. And crazy thing is.. I've experienced it. Maybe it was a completely backwards way. And maybe whoevers in charge of all that crap got confused. But I found you. And you weren't exactly who I had in mind. But you seem to be better than what I thought I deserved. So now I make 11.11 wishes. And I pick up those ***** coins and count to 3 and make a wish. And I don't try smash mirrors anymore. You've shown me love is real. That movie. Heartfelt. Real love.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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