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Sep 2015
she exhaled the smokes of her cigarettes,
along with her dreams that she always kept;
She's not my friend. We've known each other by names only.
And she told me about everything she's going through. And i told her don't let your story end. And i think, i'm telling that to myself too.
A D
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A D  22/Cisgender Female/on giant's shoulder
(22/Cisgender Female/on giant's shoulder)   
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