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                                                By szi-ying1605 BRONZE
Samborondon, Other
There goes the sunlight, grazing her cheek golden, passing off as comfortable warmth, though her eyes remain hollow. There goes the afternoon breeze, picking up her sk...
                                                        
                                                                                                                
                                                        
                                                        
                                                    Samborondon, Other
There goes the sunlight, grazing her cheek golden, passing off as comfortable warmth, though her eyes remain hollow. There goes the afternoon breeze, picking up her sk...