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Current mood:  blank Category: Life
Everyone is connected to the dead somehow. We draw the little lines in red pencil that we can never fully erase. Blurred lines like scars are always left behind. Eventually those lines reach us, because all roads lead to home, where the heart was.
7:19 PM
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