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She wants to read my personals, The ones I don't ever post. All the dusty notebooks, All the hard years and burning memories. You can read them bb, But only if you are ready, To learn history hurts.
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
Personals
She wants to read my personals, The ones I don't ever post. All the dusty notebooks, All the hard years and burning memories. You can read them bb, But only if you are ready, To learn history hurts.
Piles of pocketbooks locked away in a wooden chest. Each cover sealed by tears
AbbottJHardison
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15/M/Rochester NY
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
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