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Friday, December 28, 2012 @ 1:49 PM
You're the bullet to my gun,
the moon to my sun, the right to my wrong,
the lyrics to my song, the truth to my lie,
my love until I die.
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profile: reach my prismic soul
Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.
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