₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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And that, that secret sob I let drain into my pillow, is an ugly truth. But it’s not one I’m ready to face yet. So I let the satin soak it up, and then I fall asleep, the candor hidden beneath my head and shoved away by the time the morning dawns.
Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)
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