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In a midst of a dark storm, yanked was she across the cold streets. Dragged from rusted shackles, She still held on, hoping to be hoisted- by her unrequited love, but her presence was non-existent
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Pretty Shackles
In a midst of a dark storm, yanked was she across the cold streets. Dragged from rusted shackles, She still held on, hoping to be hoisted- by her unrequited love, but her presence was non-existent
-KaylaLanie-333
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
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