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It always rains when I’m alone.
Things are so bad. It’s the forth of July and I pray my grandmother makes it through the night and my grandfather keeps breathing. Why is my luck so furiously horrid?
Artist: anosci
Going on Hiatus, again. This new blog will be for actual blog of mostly personal blurbs and Lolita based posts. Yes I’ll answer questions, but this blog is still a baby.
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