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Aug 2018
it's kind of funny how we let the past, our loneliness, to present itself as a tool to let go, when every step forward creates lines of words that bury us deep, further into theΒ Β same hole we were trying to claw our selves out.
when will we learn to mourn a little bit and go.
cherry blossom
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cherry blossom  19/Philippines
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