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"Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that...
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Like a melody, it won't leave my head. Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine.

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Hing igatseb valgust, soojust ning helli tundeid. Kogu see ümbritsev sulamine on endaga kaasa viinud minu viimsed raasud sügisel kõrgele...
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We flew across the desert skies, higher than the birds.

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Hing on täis nii palju erinevaid tundeid, et võiks nendesse sisemiselt lausa ära uppuda. Südame all tihtipeale kõditab armsasti, venitab s...
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Story of my life...

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...at least at the moment. Varajane kevadväsimus?
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