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Aug 2018
it's kind of funny how we let the past, our loneliness, to present itself as a tool to let go, when every step forward creates lines of words that bury us deep, further into the  same hole we were trying to claw our selves out.
when will we learn to mourn a little bit and go.
04/08/18
cherry blossom
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cherry blossom  19/Philippines
(19/Philippines)   
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