Strangers Tonight
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Concluida vie, mar 23, 20188m
2p Nyo England x 2p France
"who are we but lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less?"
Some people weren't going home to the silence. To where the only sound was her breathing and the beating of her heart. A place where the floors creaking is a comfort and the foundation settling is a sound of peace. Some people got a smiling face when they got home, to open arms and soft lips. They didn't have to open the door to darkness, to loneliness. They got a home life of love and comfort...
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