Unread letters

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Odsłon 602
Głosy 67
Części 23
Czas 5m

Dear Kade,

This would just be an unread letter

Because you left me all alone

I don't want to drown again

I hate falling in love 

There's just to much to lose :(Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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