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I am made of the ash that gets left behind with burned cigarettes like hollowed pasts. Platinum silver. Just like starlight.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Jealous.
I am made of the ash that gets left behind with burned cigarettes like hollowed pasts. Platinum silver. Just like starlight.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
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