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Jan 23
i am not very expressive: when it rained, i hovered my hand above your head as we ran for our ride back home; that was the closest thing i could come to a confession.
daphne
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daphne  20/F/somewhere in asia
(20/F/somewhere in asia)   
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   Immortality
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