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Dec 2018
My breath hitched as I let go of her hand.

I let her go.
She looked back and all I could do is walk away.
...she didn’t care.
She never did.

And guess whose fault it is to think she did?
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Retro  17/The Void
(17/The Void)   
     Emily, Tess, andromeda green and Holly
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