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Feb 2018
I'm outside,its cold but not as cold as you.you were the Prince charming who thought I was a darling.its cold,I'm freezing now but not as cold on the day everything froze...everything.your words they touch me,they touched my skin.they burned a little to,why....i know I'll be playing with fire agian soon.the wind is blowing hard now.i don't know if I can last,I don't know if this will last
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Thehorrible  26/F
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