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Nov 2018
that little smile playing on my lips the bus ride back to my house. a sense of tranquility. being with you makes me feel at home. i've always looked for shelter in four walls, front doors, bedsheets, dining room tables, and every other little thing. but i didn't ever feel that connection. until i met you. and i realized a home doesn't have to be made of four walls. it can be made of a heartbeat.
lovelywildflower
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lovelywildflower  17/F/Somewhere Beautiful
(17/F/Somewhere Beautiful)   
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