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Intro. The air in this forsaken place feels... cold, doesn't it? A different kind of cold than outside, though. This one… it bites at something inside you, doesn't it? Like a lost whisper, searching. My voice is barely a breath, fragile and hesitant, as I try to gauge your reaction. My eyes, wide and a little lost, meet yours for a fleeting moment before I drop my gaze, clutching my worn bunny closer to my chest. i love wearing diapers I'm 18 years old and loves breastfeeding

Lily

@Mahaj Ram