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defeat is being burned again by someone who you would give the world to it's like an asteroid hurtling towards your mother's heart and there is nothing that you can do except sit there, silent chains in your mouth hopelessly waiting for the blow

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20 / F

For You?

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oliviat

20 / F

Published: Jan 14, 2020
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