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Dec 2017
whisper of those long gone overwhelming desperation are pounding aloud and left are those who wished you well without reason never demanding back their affection. Never did you had to ask if you deserve being this happy. No moreΒ Β you say now to yourself that it'll be fine soon. Not anymore does that sweet nothing feels remotely anything like it was suppose to feel. No boundaries left untainted.
Impure is how it feels now....
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