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A gift confers no rights. Is it not to be given freely? How does one love anything without seeing it clearly? Those rosey lenses you wear while looking my way, will break when the morning comes and I have nothing left to say. It isn't the lenses' fault or the the changing view. The fault of displeasure lies solely on you.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
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A gift confers no rights. Is it not to be given freely? How does one love anything without seeing it clearly? Those rosey lenses you wear while looking my way, will break when the morning comes and I have nothing left to say. It isn't the lenses' fault or the the changing view. The fault of displeasure lies solely on you.
jennifer-weiss
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
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