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Oct 2017
He didn't try and fill the big gaping holes.

He stood at the entrance to them. 

Just waiting. 

Waiting for me to run back out after going in too far. 

There ready to hold my hand. 

He made it safe to explore within.
Meg
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Meg  29/F/UK
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     ---, gabriela arias and honeyed
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