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Oct 29
Fly
Sometimes I just want to hit my feelings with sticks.
That’s just how it’s been since the crucible of our connection.
You made your funny little jokes and everyone loved them, but no one knew how it felt to be on the other side.
If only you would let me spread my wings and take off.
If only.
Written by
RustyHatchet
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