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Apr 2016
his house.
in the bath.
we just sat for a little while and he looked at me like I was worth anything
everything.
it smelled like wet grass and it was raining but it wasn't a sad rain.
wasn't grey.
he looked at me like I was worth anything and I believed I was.
Aurora
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Aurora  18/F
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   shh and Rapunzoll
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