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Apr 2017
i try to get rid of the pain
with other people
but ****, they aren't you.
none of them know my hills like you,
or my rivers.
none of them can outline my constellations like you can.
none of them can put my pieces together like you can;
none of them.
because they aren't you.
london b blue
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london b blue  17/F
(17/F)   
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   girl diffused
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