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My work is nothing special but I will always appreciate honesty of what you think. |
The sound of rain echoed inside of her head...
Her best friend, Dahlia, layed in between Maura...
The sound of rain echoed inside of her head...
Her best friend, Dahlia, layed in between Maura...
Wearily I walk down this road again,
The trees wink as I pass...
I suffer from inaccuracy.
I have never been right on time...
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Faith isn't one giant blind leap; |