Youngblood

Youngblood

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I stare out of the window, taking deep breaths as the plane rises into the sky. I look down upon Australia, as it becomes smaller and smaller, and soon it's no less than a little dot in the ocean. Why did I have to do this? Why am I here? Well, I know why. Oh boy, I know why. Joe and Dianne as if they're fifteen/sixteen. Same as my Instagram (_joanne._.suggwell_).
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