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Take A Dip

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TotallyUncreativeMe

Published: Apr 27, 2013

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Let’s sneak out
And break some laws,
Drink the night away
And take a dip,
Take a leap,
Accept the challenge
And respond,
Braver than we’ve ever been
And stronger than them all.

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indecisiveiam8888

Apr 28, 2013

I absolutely love this ohmygod <3

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