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Mar 2020
how can we
ever ever ever
be friends again?

i miss you like i
miss our childhoods...






everything has turned to dust
that flows through my hands
Today is a good day.
Max Neumann
Written by
Max Neumann  M/Inner Shelter
(M/Inner Shelter)   
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