NOBODY KNOWS

NOBODY KNOWS

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do YOU ever felt you couldn't talk, meant to say something but just..couldn't? How about loving someone and watching leave..or just fearing the feeling, she felt it all, she had a lot of people around her and so much love to give yet none to receive, until she met Someone.... voices within herself, stars talking , fields, songs, INFINITE? -- Don't Forget Duty! --Oh..yeah, that...duty.
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