Snowflakes
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Complete Sun, Sep 19, 2021<5 mins
⚠️TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, SOME KIND OF ED, SUICIDE!!! DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE COULD TRIGGER YOU⚠️
Snow was falling down on her as she closed her eyes and let the last bit of life drain out of her.
And as she passed away, she mumbled something.
'I always loved snow.'
And this time she couldn't stop the small smile forming on her lips.
It was true.
She always loved snow.
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