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Sep 2015
you're a pond of fresh water in the desert, baby

and i have been walking around for years to find you.
but sadly i need to go the other way or else i'll take away all your water and leave you dried up and this is the only way i get to save you from me
Written by
Kristina  27/Genderqueer/Australia
(27/Genderqueer/Australia)   
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   mickey finn
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