Enjoy The Silence.
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Talking is not my thing, it never really was. I like being calm and quiet. In other words, it means I like being alone...
But I don't mind that. When you're alone, it means no problems, no emotions to go through, at least, that's what I thought...
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tell me your secrets, the things that make you tick i like when you talk, because your voice is angelesque...
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