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Stories by Junoesque
Behind The Walls Of My Heart
You look at me, and what do you see? The reflection of the blue sky in my eyes? Or the tears that trace my fa...
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People are not always what they seem .
The Day You Left
Do you avoid my street because it breaks your heart? Because I do. Do you wake up with a heavy heart because...