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Sep 2020
Soon my body will get cold and I wish you are there at the den or just a window to stare at your daily life. I wish you can hear me even tho I'm far away. I wish there's a pillow whenever I hug I can feel what you feel, so we can share it together. I wish I can tell you how much I love you before I go. I wish Mr. Morningstar will make me suffer thru your breathe that whispers into my ears. So that I can suffer happily, adios, mi amor.
Written by
Xanny Riddle  21/M/abyss
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