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I read you the children's storybooks that your parents sold and buy you marbles like your old collection (that one day was no longer there) and we will sit craning our necks, healing our hearts we can do arts and crafts projects (and this time they will be hung up on the fridge) and I'll double check your room for monsters and your music box for pills you have been compressed, ashamedly for far too long scoffed at and eyes rolled if heads do you are free now, protected and proud you are safe and sound join hands, and know that these new planes of vulnerability keep you strong.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
her inner child
I read you the children's storybooks that your parents sold and buy you marbles like your old collection (that one day was no longer there) and we will sit craning our necks, healing our hearts we can do arts and crafts projects (and this time they will be hung up on the fridge) and I'll double check your room for monsters and your music box for pills you have been compressed, ashamedly for far too long scoffed at and eyes rolled if heads do you are free now, protected and proud you are safe and sound join hands, and know that these new planes of vulnerability keep you strong.
fiannabeth
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
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