tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
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Completa sab, gen 13, 201838m
you left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me.
cover by @babyblue997
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splinters | ✓
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Just a story I came up with. I don't own the cover photo, nor the characters, all rights go to the original owner.
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