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Jul 11
you were never mine, anyway.
Not in this life. I look up away out the window into the blue sky. Iā€™d be so in love with you, almost lover. And honestly,
was I ever yours? No, not in this life. I look back down at my shoes on the ground.
Written by
acacia  F/orbis
     DivineDao3, --- and ---
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