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I'll stay silent for you. Maybe then it will end, Maybe then i wont wash your hands off. haunted by the park. haunted by your voice. haunted by your touch. counting the stars wondering if it will ever end.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:39 PM UTC
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I'll stay silent for you. Maybe then it will end, Maybe then i wont wash your hands off. haunted by the park. haunted by your voice. haunted by your touch. counting the stars wondering if it will ever end.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:39 PM UTC
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