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MatureOngoing9m
Last published Mon, Dec 24, 2018
I can feel it. My lower lids can no longer be dams that hold back my liquid feelings. My cold exterior has melted and it's like I don't know what to do any more. This has never happened before.
My throat swells up to the point of suffocating me.
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