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This poem is the poem I am writing because we aren’t speaking, and it is making my heart hurt so bad, it is all I can do just to get up off the floor sometimes.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

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And the sky is full of dreams
But you don’t know how to fly
The Killers,This is your life

fredag

At this moment, there are 6 billion, 4 hundred, 71 million, 8 hundred, 18 thousand, 6 hundred, 71 people in the world.
Some are running scared.. some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day.. others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good.. struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls — and sometimes.. all you need is 1.

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