The sound of anger.
The sound of the two of us, resisting movement. I am stuck at the year I turned sixteen, where everything began and ended with you. You made that year; you are that year.
You are my only memory of that year.
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- Pytha Platota Pripravovat
- My name is Pytha Platota Pripravovat. I love every 4 a.m.
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