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June 18th, 2012

34.15 @ 01:30 am

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Date:June 18th, 2012 09:31 am (UTC)
I drifted up heavy but light into the clouds below the ceiling to the paradise there and my soul was naked crying for, for? Someone? All was perfect, but I was alone. I was crying for myself. And the music played forever.

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