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Aug 2020
our song is composed within broken hearts and late nights comforting eachother on calls until early morning.
our song is played through old record players, and car radios
our bandaged hearts mending a little more with each time it plays, holding our hands as it lead the way to the end.
the end of time, where we are always and forever.
Parker
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Parker  19/Trans/The stars
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