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Stories

i saw a person putting his hand on my friend's shoulder wherever she went nobody saw him, but how i envied her, for how he looked at her.
the heart of my legs drop as my knees gasp in falling, but it aches my face comes heavy with layers of nonexistent skin, where are the eyelids? they are lost, and now there's layering of dust on my iris, i can't see a thing, i need to blink BUT I CANT

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