THE NOISY SILENCE
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Bad actions with the right intentions (DirtyMushrooms) and the good actions with the wrong intentions (Red Roses) Someway some how there was always a huge division
in between them or shall i say a huge separations because of the differences. Whats appealing to the eye like roses is what people chase after forgetting the thorns. As for me its vice versa, I'd rather you show me your your worth, heart and soul
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