| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Even if it is only hate that ties you to me, he weakened underneath my grasp, his face loosening to the point in which it felt as if I were holding a doll, he is what big brothers are for.There was a silence, and the wind danced through our identical hair.He stared deeply into my eyes, as if I were something he would never seen before.
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