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It's out there, not here. It's waiting until the end apparently. It's illusive, so we hunt. It's elusive, yet we need proof. It's God, but also death. It's love (whatever that is) undisputed. It's subject to the change of wind. It's hard, factual evidence. It'll be the end of me. Maybe it's just the beginning.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
The Truth
It's out there, not here. It's waiting until the end apparently. It's illusive, so we hunt. It's elusive, yet we need proof. It's God, but also death. It's love (whatever that is) undisputed. It's subject to the change of wind. It's hard, factual evidence. It'll be the end of me. Maybe it's just the beginning.
Exodite
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
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