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Home wasn’t in the city. It never was. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, watching as his breath created white smoke in the cold weather. Heaving his shoulders, he kept on walking in the direction of home, which, to him, wasn’t home.
I’m still in love with you (even if you’re gone) / pictorial of 10080, for fara

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