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i dont really see the sun i miss the warmth of her rise i hate the blinds in his room, horizontally casting lines
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
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i dont really see the sun i miss the warmth of her rise i hate the blinds in his room, horizontally casting lines
daisyblevin
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19/F/Calgary, AB
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
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