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<div style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#f2cdbd;font-size:27px;line-height:80%;text-transform: uppercase;letter-spacing:1px"><b>Rose garden filled with thorns<br></b></div><div style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#f2cdbd;font-size:20px;line-height:90%;letter-spacing:4px">a nightmare dressed like a daydream</small></div></span><br>


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<div style="width:130px;font-family:cambria;letter-spacing:1px;color:#f2cdbd;text-transform: uppercase; font-size:11px;text-align:center;line-height:100%;">WE'RE YOUNG AND WE'RE RECKLESS.<br></div><center></div>
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<div style="font-family: cambria; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 130px;  font-size: 10px; line-height: 100%;"><font color="#696969">So it's gonna be <b>forever</b> or it's gonna go <font color="#f2cdbd">down in flames.</font><br><br><img src="http://static.tumblr.com/xvf6cz6/aEOnfrtxt/1bird.png"></center></div>
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<td><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: #5a5a5a; letter-spacing: 0px; width: 200px;  font-size: 10px; line-height: 100%;padding: 9px;">In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering...What can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn...  The debate over whether people can change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new?<br></font></div>

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