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Feb 24
The garden is beautiful tonight but somehow you are all I think of.  

She sees it in your face.  


> I'm okay.
> I can't stop thinking about it.
> You shouldn't have to deal with my ****. Let's just have a good time.

Written by
chris  21/F/tokyo
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