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I went where all the girls are beautiful / Golden hair and radiant smiles
Ask yourself if this is what you want to be doing for the rest of your life / It gets harder every day and every dollar to get out
And It Burns
As It Falls Through My Fingers
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And It Burns As It Falls Through My Fingers
January 11, 2015,
Spent afternoons in the middle of moving from a place we’ve known for so long…
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