late  - komahina

late - komahina

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" There are memories. I remember stuff about myself. About you, too." The boy squeezed his arm shut and forced his gaze down to his shoes. " They're about us. As lovers. And I...love you, again. " Again. He said it. And again it was too late. °° I wont post this or if I do I've gone mad🤞🤞🥺 Guys I'm like super mentally ill and I struggle alot with proper grammar so don't be mean😞💔💔
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