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Sep 2021
Most of us can remember our childhood.
Close our eyes and see our past.
Afraid it will slip away,
afraid we will forget.
Forget it all and we don't come from anywhere.
Everyone asks my fears and I always say the dark.
The dark isn't true.
My fears isn't the dark,
it's what's in it
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Dakota
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Dakota  18/M/United States
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