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Mar 2020
the aeipthy feeling of this devil who devoured my heart last summer grows every morning and night. i can see still the pieces of my flesh in between his teeth when he smiles, and i never felt so empty.
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phoebe  21/F/TX
(21/F/TX)   
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     jackie, Liz Rossi, --- and Harshitha Girish
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