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Jun 23
i held her hand
i didnt want to let go
held the most beautiful girl in the world
her warmth felt like home
hand in hand can we forever go?
we might be a ferry, a bus, a train, and a cab away from each other but whenever i come to visit her, i always feel like home
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writteninribon  17/F
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