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Apr 2019
i long for the sun
warming me to my bones
smiling
freckles
tan lines
cool water
windows down
music too loud
late nights
soft breeze
late sunsets
early sunrises
no more of this chill
i cannot seem to shake from my soul
its time for summer. this cold ******* is awful.
Evie
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Evie  17/F/the nether
(17/F/the nether)   
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