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Oct 2016
he would always say that he felt as if he was walking on a cloud whenever we were together. he said that i possessed an ethereal beauty. he said that every sunday morning he could see me stretch my wings. he always called me "angel" but he didn't mean a thing.

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Leia R
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   Broken and David Adamson
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