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Our fighting days have reached their end At long last, our war is won Won’t you spare me one last...
I hate that you make me crave a tenderness that I cannot provide to anyone and you cannot provide to...
I’m not much of a writer, but I can’t help but feel like I’m a tree, and pages are my...