Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living. — Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living. — Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living. — Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living. — Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living. — Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
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Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living.

— Daisy Whitney, When You Were Here
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