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Nov 2020
Sometimes I like to calm the crazy by letting it all hang out.
My aura is a confetti pop.
Picking up the pieces gets a little hard sometimes.
So excuse my colorful mess of existentialism.
KieraYale
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KieraYale  25/F
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