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Jun 2017
And then it was the end. Carrying nothing but complex feelings and memories, she left.

With tear-stained cheeks she stepped out. With so much uncertainty and fear sitting in her throat, the door closed.

She looked out in search of something. "It has to exist" she whispered to herself.
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blindengel
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