at least we're under the same sky
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sascha ೀ
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Tacenda
Poetry- Things left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. ; My thoughts, my mind, my words. ° 'Feeling of the need to rant on her own book, that's sai, who freely expresses herself in her own diary when no one's around. when no one cares. - A book...
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at least we're under the same sky
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sascha ೀ
