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My life finally at full-volume The city echoing back the bright flicker beats of a genuine smile I shed excess layers like a spring sweater
Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains from the months of March through October. The summer brought an art gallery of plants. This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
I want to believe that everything you've said is true, but I just can't trust myself to trust in you. You've told me lies, you've made me cry. I'd stay up all night trying to figure out why.