Blinded in the midst of pink smoke, smells of cherry, warm lingering touches that make our hearts pump, we cling onto what we believe is our safe place but is a safe place really one when even the four walls you're surrounded by push you to your limits.
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المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
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