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Feb 6
i am sorry but my bones will always love you like hell, like it was war, like the world needs to end in the process, like the hand of god, taking you out of my ribs and now he needs to return it back where it rightfully belong. i will always love you, in godless sacrilege.Β i am sorry if i don’t know any other way.
fray narte
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fray narte  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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