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WordOfChen

Published: Feb 14, 2017

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It's a day to spend with your loved ones right?
So why is it that I'm just staring at the stars tonight,
praying you'll be okay...

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Have some more feels tonight.

And don't ask why I must make you feel. It is simply what I do.

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onju293

Apr 1, 2017

the feel aghhhh

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