Osas β“‚οΈπŸŽ­ 🍌 πŸ”₯ πŸ„ pfp
Osas β“‚οΈπŸŽ­ 🍌 πŸ”₯ πŸ„
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For a long while, he stared at the door, everything said yet stirring the air, breaking him into bits. When he finally roused himself, pulled his head out of his hands, he was old and grey; a perfect photograph of waiting. His death had left him parched and pale and her footsteps still rang on the porch, leaving, st…
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