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starlightt1234

Published: Apr 25, 2014

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Those wordless moments spoke so much.

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I wrote this such a long time ago, I almost forgot about it. I managed to find it while I was derping around on my Sta.sh.

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Thahaseen

Edited Jul 19, 2014

completely true...Silence speaks louder than words... Heart

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