Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. - Todd Anderson
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Mizpá ༢ 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛
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➵ Jean nunca foi bom em lidar com despedidas e teme a morte mais do que teme trovões e barulhos no meio da ma...
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