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Sometimes i get a glance in the mirror when the lights are low my brows furrowed, my breathing slow. I get a glance of you. It scares me terribly, to get a glance of you. I am but the apple, who rots below the tree.

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samtruelove9981

26 / F

For You?

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26 / F

Published

Dec 6, 2024

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Notes: I am back after a long hiatus.

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