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The end.

Roads are damp weather's cold You and I in a silent mode day's fading air's blowing a liner convos with phrases so upsetting said could not pursuit, for I'm just a friend guess, this special treatment is about to end

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kem-ann

24 / F

Published: Oct 11, 2016
LinesWords: 1340

Tags: #justfriends #friendzone

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