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Stories by zmit
you see, when it comes to love, i'...
She lived, and she loved.
She was loved.
let your heart sing, how i always...
It's always the small, big and explosive things that let out the butterflies.
she puts the weights into my littl...
Only then she would dare to lift an arm and grasp what there was left of what it never was.
What it never wil...