Bury The Moon
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- Parts 9
Ongoing1h 43m
Last published Thu, Jan 23, 2020
Based on true life events.
I have learned to let you go.
I have learned to grow from the tears I've cried for you.
I am now a rose with thorns Incase you decide to pick me again.
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