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That night when I was probably talking to her for the last time, I felt something. That was the first time I was shivering. I wasn;t feared tbh, it wasn’t hatred. I was the sense of letting something go. Someone I truly care about.
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That night when I was probably talking to her for the last time, I felt something. That was the first time I was shivering. I wasn;t feared tbh, it wasn’t hatred. I was the sense of letting something go. Someone I truly care about.