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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It's a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can't help but feel like a very smallclam ina verybig ocean. - Quote by Taylor Rhodes

We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It’s a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can’t help but feel like a very smallclam ina verybig ocean.

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