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Jul 2018
You won’t live there forever.
One day, you will leave this place, and you will
take all of your things with you. You will decide what to keep and what to throw away.
When you are cleaning out your home,
emptying your room,
what will you do with my skeleton in your closet?
Amarys Dejai
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Amarys Dejai  19/F/Austin, TX
(19/F/Austin, TX)   
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