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A girl named Hope, was in a state of despair from a glance in the mirror at the sight of her hair. She tumbled down the well For all her days she fell, Until she landed eventually.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Eternal springs
A girl named Hope, was in a state of despair from a glance in the mirror at the sight of her hair. She tumbled down the well For all her days she fell, Until she landed eventually.
It's supposed to be dark its Halloween
SoZaka
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M/Seattle
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
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