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Sep 2019
I remember when you came to my room at dawn. Your voice held so much purpose, it echoed out, “she’s going to **** herself”. I smiled still asleep.

I remember when I came to your room at dusk. My voice held so much purpose, it echoed out, “ I’m going to **** my self”. I smiled still asleep.
I could write a book about that day
Madeysin
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