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Aug 2014
There's something about the loneliness tied to the sounds of crickets late at night, outside of my window that reverberates around the walls of my room and make me wish I had the comfort of hearing every minuscule movement and tranquil breath you make in your sleep instead.
theaphile
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theaphile  physically in the bahamas
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     K G, Afiqah, Catrina Sparrow and caroline
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