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Isn’t it funny how in just a matter of days someones voice can become your favorite song, their eyes your favorite color, and looking at them is better than looking at the most beautiful thing in the world. Then they leave and you’re left without music to listen to and colors to love and beauty to look at. Its like all you ever wanted was right in front of you and you had it for maybe a split second until it left and broke every piece of you. Maybe thats the problem. I always love more.

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