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Feb 12
I might have tried, but guess. I'm done.
I keep trying, I keep coming in, but you build a wall on us.

I'm stucked.

Between, rather to wreck your wall or step back. To the place where I belong,

Because I know. I do realize, I'm not your home. I can't be one. And I'm not, and can't be yours either.


Sorry.
audrey
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audrey  17/F/Indonesia.
(17/F/Indonesia.)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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