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Sep 2018
Waking up to the singing birds
smelling the morning dew on the grass
breathing in the cold crisp air
feel the sunshine on my skin
eyes closed
then I remember
bruises
black eyes
scratches, scrapes, cuts
That's the reason for this glorious moment
I am sleeping outside
behind the small diner
because of you
LittleMissMochachino
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LittleMissMochachino  17/F/Storybrooke, Maine
(17/F/Storybrooke, Maine)   
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