melissa ackermann

melissa ackermann

melissa ackermann
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I dreamt of you hugging me and kissing my head. I woke and I could smell you and feel your arms ..... miss my lighthouse ... but just because I miss you doesn't mean I need or want it back.

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The night comes and I break into stars ... I'm falling apart. Breaking. Again.

A car almost hits you when crossing g the street but a boy saves you. Boy works for secret underground agency that stops the tattoo deaths from happening. the tattoo deaths are not when a person is supposed to die, it is when the government kills the..

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