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The Death of a Small Mind

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Reads 937
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Parts 6
Time 19m

❝ i live for these four A.M. conversations about everything and nothing, these moments when we can talk or not and just smoke a cigarette to feel okay ❞

in which a lost soul finds someone a little more lost, in order to feel found.

a romance of philosophy and scattered conversationsAll Rights Reserved

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Technicolor Beat by Scribe18

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Beneath The Surface by fleurelevs

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Technicolor Beat

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