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Jun 2018
When they encroach upon my silence with empty , directional eyes. Black circles signifiying our similarities..
How can you dismiss the death of dreams...

Reality is unkind to us.
We just pretend life is legit.
sycokitten
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sycokitten
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   Riham
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