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Jul 2019
she was not herself ever, but my god was she ever clever. her personality was lost by the way, you could tell that during each day-to-day.
she feared every moment she had to speak, her vocal chords ached and always felt weak. she wanted to blend in and disappear, she never knew how to make magic appear.
... It was all an accident. <\♡
the way she
found
fatality
when she
looked for
her
personality.
AM stardust spirit
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AM stardust spirit  20/F
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   BLT, S Olson and Marla
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