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Jun 2017
Devils whisper in his ears,
Of death threats and hatred.
Now, there he laid,
With a slow beeping of his heart,
Unconcious,
With his soul gripping to live,
And his mind weakening.

《 e.i 》
Dedicated to my happy pill, please be okay.
Little Azaleah
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Little Azaleah  21/F/BN
(21/F/BN)   
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   Ryan Holden
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