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ambervamp11

Published: Jan 29, 2014

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If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then would you realize how special you are to me. -Unknown

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Nestharon

Feb 8, 2014

So true and full of moral. Thank you, this one is just perfect

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