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My guy is a few months younger than me, and to answer your other question, I think it becomes socially acceptable to date someone ten years older when you turn Thirty
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
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