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[vac_slut]

Deception coats the pain as the children run and play. The truth would destroy love all together, but wrecklessly the joys of passion prances through the fields of artificial beauty. And as a drop of rain flowing through the ocean, misdirected pain crashes down upon everything.

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[ex_faey]

...care to explain that?

[vac_slut]

Not really.