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Jul 2019
I guess somethings just aren't for keeping but for loving and leaving we only talk after midnight he never says goodbye and its out of my hands hes pulling me closer ,until i catch that feeling holding on but there he goes left with nothing to hold ,im screaming ,no i dont get to choose it, i just find it, too lose it.
Moonbeam Dream
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Moonbeam Dream  14/F/probably my room
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