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This reality is running out of beauty 

I am now living in a lie 

We should rest for a while and use our minds

Think! 

Think about good things

Wish!

Wish for peace

Peace!

A key for never ending tortures of yourself and the people around.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 14, 2014 ⏰

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