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May 2019
his dark hair,
his olive complexion,
his mysterious eyes,

drew me in like a moth fleeing to a fire.

but like the moth, going into what seemed good, ended with me getting burned.
laura-jessica
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laura-jessica  15/F/bedroom
(15/F/bedroom)   
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   Bobby Copeland, laura and Bummer
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