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Jul 2013
I had none of these scars
when I was a kid
they're just fragile reminders
of things that I did
places I'd been
places I'll go
cute little coffee shops
and parks in the snow
but also the nightmares
and the fights
and the heartbreak
and sitting alone most nights

I guess you'll never know
if someone is fine
or just trying to
get by
Written by
pale moonlight  neverland
(neverland)   
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   maybella snow and MITCHELL
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