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Jul 2020
I don’t think I will survive
I don’t think I am able to be strong for myself
I don’t think my mind would tolerate another hurricane
I don’t think my heart could work under my consciousness

If I think about this life maybe I don’t feel anymore
The Lost Girl
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The Lost Girl  F/Near you
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     Bryn Kennell and Mansi
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