go away.
i tried.
i don't know how.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story❝ thoughts in motion of a perfect storm is chaos in its most serene form. ❞ what are we when the darkness embraces the sun? what are we when the century-old starlight touches the surface of our broken glass windows? what are we when the only thing t...
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go away.
i tried.
i don't know how.
