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Jul 2017
Sitting in the quiet of my room, and realizing it's not actually the quiet of my room. you see silence sounds more like screeching when all I can do is think about the unthinkable. Everything I shouldn't be but everything I am. Everything I shouldn't have done but did.
Desi
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Desi  20/F
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