πšŠπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšŽ
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Ongoing, First published Dec 23, 2024
Mature
this is for my bsf averie which i unfortanely lost due to suicide. i love u aves.
mature bc of suicide
cover by @-dearbrookes
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