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Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Echo.
Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
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