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Jul 2020
let me rest my head upon your shoulder while you run your fingers through my hair.
then whisper to me how i can get through this.
tell me i can fight it one more time.
tell me.
for i fear this time i won’t win.
please play with my hair.
-df
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-df  23/neverland
(23/neverland)   
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     Nylee and Imran Islam
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