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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Lost Haven

You are the air that I breath
My blanket when I'm cold
The shield that protects me
And I've given everything for you.
But one day you've left without no clue
It hurts me so much that it kills me slowly

-mr. deepy-
Photo by Henry Be on Unsplash


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