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Dec 2021
once you fall apart
you’ll love each other so much
you hate the thought of their touch
but it’s so warm and nice
until you catch fire
don’t do love spells
it’s not really what you desire
you can’t run away
no matter how much you try
to the point where you’ll give up

“go ahead. **** up my life”
hey man maybe one day but we gotta move and grow and heal cause we’re so cut up and ******
maybe one day but not anytime soon
get better, until then i’ll be talking to the moon
max
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max  16/M/fin
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