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Oct 2018
She’s never quite left you. I can see it in your eyes. Ever since the second she took her last conscious breath and you left her to die. Not one second of the life you live will ever be truly happy again. Her beauty buried alive in your mind and you carry it like sin.
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
(Allentown, PA)   
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