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Mar 2019
But if you run off again
I hope to see you sooner than
My feet turn cold, my eyes stop seeing,
Thought my heart will never stop feeling.
I will wait behind for you to come
To raise your hands, to pick me up
And bring me home
Where I'll never feel alone.
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Theo  19/Non-binary
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