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[playingthepart]

A tragic day seems too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black. I’m figuring out this realization process-the process to never look upon bitter ground. Living dreams, loving dreams, awakening to what I’ve always dreamt of. The familiar sound of lovely love from the love of my life will keep the notes coming.From the reciting of

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[bleedingtherapy]

Great song indeed.

[playingthepart]

Dude, I miss going over to your house everyday like no other.