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Every stroke between these lines are consequences of misdeed in the past Now, drips of heartache spills across this page without control.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Regrets turned to tears
Every stroke between these lines are consequences of misdeed in the past Now, drips of heartache spills across this page without control.
meteorelle
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
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