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Jun 2017
Ya know, if you know me as well as you say you do, you would know that fresh pain and sadness has been etched on my wrists. You would know that I'm hating myself and hating the way I look. You would've heard the fake smile in every message sent back and forth between us.
Samantha Francesca
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     Sam and Ryan Hoysan
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