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Jul 2020
Every thought runs through my eyes
He reads my face
And repeats back my biggest fears to me loud and clear
“Yes I can tell your lost”
“Yes I know I’m perfect for you but you’re too afraid”
“Yes your ******* this up”

Takes the reigns right from my hands unbothered and leaves me shaking in the passenger seat.
Heather
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Heather  30/F/NJ
(30/F/NJ)   
75
   Fawn and South by Southwest
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