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Jan 2021
some day i will be more than a kid bruised inside with aching eyes and a burning stomach and dry dry dry cut lips. some day i will love another and be happy and not want to make myself suffer and cry out silently i always cry out silently. i never make a sound.
telumne
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telumne  24/F/fortification hill
(24/F/fortification hill)   
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     eden and Imran Islam
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