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The Only Thing Standing Between Me and Who I Want To Be Is...Me.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Blue.
If nothing else, she's predictable.
Kinda like the weather. Sometimes the sky is dark, or cloudy, or sunshiney. Sometimes there's a rainbow, sometimes there's thunder.
But it always comes back to blue, doesn't it?
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