I believe there are lots of options in this life. A manifestation of anonymous diversity of emotion. A simple frame as a plan to get more colors. A column of a list become a projector when a step taken as a start to reach the top or the edge or the limitation.
More reasons to fail the truth and more excuses to get into the run.
Stand before the wall of paintings and dirt, as I look in the mirror and sees nothing but a sense of belonging gets into the darkest part of blood and the brain said just LET GO.....
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Baby, I wanna read a cheerier blog written by you for once. I mean, you've had some happy times and moments too, I know you have!:D ily! :))
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