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When we met, I was pulling an angel out of a liar. We forget, satisfaction kills our desire, we are dreamers, wishing upon what we were born from. We made plans, ill them ourselves and then we mourn them. { var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5242303"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1= &e2= &r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); } Hayley Rose Calhoun Turner. 25 years old assistant in rupture magazine. [ mobile navigation ]

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