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Sometimes we get answers to all of our mysteries in the world after a catastrophic event; I picked the last petal of the flower, telling me he loves me not.
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Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
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Sometimes we get answers to all of our mysteries in the world after a catastrophic event; I picked the last petal of the flower, telling me he loves me not.
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Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
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