Ch-165
"A part of me withers every time a word drops from your mouth and the sound doesn't reach my ears. When the constellation tries to hide within me but your head doesn't rest on my chest."
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~Reet❇
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"A part of me withers every time a word drops from your mouth and the sound doesn't reach my ears. When the constellation tries to hide within me but your head doesn't rest on my chest."
***
~Reet❇
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