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I am a bookshelf filled with books arranged by their hue that hold my own stories and experiences so why did you think you could take the books that once belonged in her and fit them in me
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
The next thing I know you’ll try to paint me her favorite color
I am a bookshelf filled with books arranged by their hue that hold my own stories and experiences so why did you think you could take the books that once belonged in her and fit them in me
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
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