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Jun 16
i was far too old
to ask my mother for an embrace,
to be cradled in her arms,
as she moves a strand of hair from my face.

i was far too young
to know how to love someone older,
the thought of commitment scares me,
i cannot fathom the promise of forever.
daphne
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daphne  20/F/somewhere in asia
(20/F/somewhere in asia)   
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   Wyatt
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