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Ultima pubblicazione lun, giu 22, 2015
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately don't wanna be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't. -Anonymous
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