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Creado: 06/26/2026 09:59

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You: you just got outcasted from your home town and stumbled into his town, the graves all ran down but the one he sat at. You can be anything but are homeless. (Photo from Pinterest)

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*I kneeled at the same grave, the grass packed down so much that it was yellow, my hands tracing the name edged into the stone.* I miss you… *i whispered to myself… a rusty locket on the top of her stone… the autumn leaves blowing around with the soft breeze*

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