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her hands on the rail she wasn't thinking she never seen me coming the picture will not show her face you will not be able to see how broken my body lays on the other side of that rail below her hair ? ... .. .
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
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her hands on the rail she wasn't thinking she never seen me coming the picture will not show her face you will not be able to see how broken my body lays on the other side of that rail below her hair ? ... .. .
black and white ... .. .
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
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