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Jun 16
and all you’d tell me was that you loved me and that i better not let anyone tell me any different
and then suddenly your hands were cold, your expression dangerously indifferent
and when i finally tore your fingers from your palm
i saw the blood and the blade and a note labeled
at least now im
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
       Rick the shoe shine boy, TD, camila, w, Emmanuella and 1 other
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