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Nov 2020
her

her smile on a screen
her hand on a pen
her laugh from the passenger seat

we wouldn't have to run away to be happy
we wouldn't have to be falling apart to fall in love

the music and the colors and the movement

her.
how can being so happy make me feel so sad?
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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