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blue drops fell onto the rug, the hair covered in what we thought could cure the sadness is only soaked in our emptiness.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
Dyeing hair with your friends at 3 am
blue drops fell onto the rug, the hair covered in what we thought could cure the sadness is only soaked in our emptiness.
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20/F/Midwest
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
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