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Dry heaves.
Dry tears.
Dry, everything, dry.
I was in a desolate desert, a fiery wasteland.
Alone.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
