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her roots, holding on to the last bit of brown soil. the storm likely to not subside and the sun, covered by nimbostratus. its peony blossoms slowly withering, leaves turned half brown. oh, for how long more can she pull through?
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
half wilted
her roots, holding on to the last bit of brown soil. the storm likely to not subside and the sun, covered by nimbostratus. its peony blossoms slowly withering, leaves turned half brown. oh, for how long more can she pull through?
sometimes i feel just like giving up
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18/F/spore
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
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