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weeks were wasted, but days perfected. how unforgiving: time, and him. while your heart is breaking in front of a fire; the world still spins, and hope dies dim.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
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weeks were wasted, but days perfected. how unforgiving: time, and him. while your heart is breaking in front of a fire; the world still spins, and hope dies dim.
dismal-lips
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
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