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the wind is like the flow of water steady unchanging, as the wind blows it pushes ur hair in a messy blob. As I look up to the sky I feel alone, wondering if my friend can feel my presence by her. but as the wind blows it was all just a imagination, a lost dream that will never ment to be.
never ment to be
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