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Word.

You’re like music playing in my head
Everywhere I go from day to day.
I try a door and think of you instead,
Not knowing where I am or what I’ll say.
I live in a perpetual embrace,
Hugging the sweet thought that you are mine.
Walking through a park I touch your face,
Not caring if there’s rain or bright sunshine.
The cause must be, of course, our love is true;
It will go on like this for years and years.
I must take note of other things than you
And clear my head of smiles and grateful tears.
Yet such talk seems fantasy to me:
The world’s the dream, and you reality.


I love you so much<3<3 MMMchuaaaa!!! :D

What was all those faces for? >_<

the more things change, the more they stay the same. Boundaries shift, new players step in. but power always finds a place to rest its head. Locations change, the rationale, the objective. yesterdays enemies are todays recruits. History is written by the victor

this is for the record. history is written by the victor history is filled with liars. if he lives, and we die, his truth becomes written, and ours is lost. the victor will be the hero becuase all you need to change the world is one good lie, and a river of blood. he is about to complete the greatest trick a liar ever played on history, his truth will be the truth, only if he lives, and we die

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