AMALGAM ANEMOIA
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Complete Sun, Oct 3, 2021<5 mins
Ever been deserted in such a horrible way right from childhood that even when the right one comes, that tiny voice in your head keeps pulling you back? Yes, that's my AMALGAM ANEMOIA .
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And yesss, this isn't only mine. I wrote it with three other creatives... very loving and beautiful people.
I hope you all cherish this lovelies! ❤😭
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