my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he — Pia Carlotta Schwade
my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he — Pia Carlotta Schwade
my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he — Pia Carlotta Schwade
my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he — Pia Carlotta Schwade
my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he — Pia Carlotta Schwade
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my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he was here, with every breath i take.

— Pia Carlotta Schwade
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