Infinite Time
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- صوت 5
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مستمرّة<5 min
آخر تحديث: اثنين, أغسـ ٢, ٢٠٢١
Poems about love,acceptance,forgiving,letting go .
Poems about life
Trigger warning :
Some chapters may contain
>loss of a close one
>getting over someone
>mental health(depression ,anxiety,paranoia)
>body image
I'm so sorry if you have been treated badly or is struggling with anything .just know your not alone .Feel free to Message me on here to vent ❤️
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#628
acceptance
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