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Jan 2018
Our true worth we see before we die,
Our deeds through time are measured by those through grief that cry
Priceless- this feels a bit unfinished to me but I thought I'd share it anyway :)
Demonatachick
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Demonatachick  Neverland
(Neverland)   
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