Wonderwall - Mclennon
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Dernière publication mer., juin 16, 2021
Tw eating disorder!
Before I closed the door to once again resume the darkness I took a moment to take in the sleeping figure. He was so small even under the blanket.
A fucking eating disorder. How could I of been so stupid as to think it was anything else.
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