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THE DARKEST NIGHTS PRODUCE THE BRIGHTEST STARS

THE DARKEST NIGHTS
PRODUCE THE BRIGHTEST
STARS

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savannah*

posted July 22, 2014 at 10:43am UTC tagged with quote, advice

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EVERYTHING HAS BEAUTY. JUST NOT EVERYONE CAN SEE IT.
Razors pain you RIvers are damp Acid stains you Drugs cause cramps Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live - Angelina Jolie , Girl Interrupted

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