As a thank you to all my watchers I’ve decided to feature them

Thank you for the support it really means a lot to me

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She took my hand. And we walked. Through the clouds and up to the point where life and death are equally resented. Just being suffices. Sitting on this apex of society she stripped her skin. Occasional glances were what I got, but she let herself be revealed. Scared as though I'd go, scared as though she'd betray herself and leave. She told me her story, and I listen :thumb133204909: :thumb126512113: :thumb126819453: :thumb125410838:

Mature Content

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