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what a dreary blank expression she carries on her pretty face. as the breeze kisses her neck slightly more than she’d like she feels cold. it’s time to go inside. but before any motivation to get up reaches her apathetic mind she sits there, cold and thinks, nothing
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
melancholy.
what a dreary blank expression she carries on her pretty face. as the breeze kisses her neck slightly more than she’d like she feels cold. it’s time to go inside. but before any motivation to get up reaches her apathetic mind she sits there, cold and thinks, nothing
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
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