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Apr 2014
Hold my heart and cover the scars, most of them weren't supposed to be made.

But life ***** us it doesn't care how gentle we are.

Hold my heart and fuel the wings, don't let the feathers fall anymore.

Don't be my savior, I will.

Just hold my heart
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Phairy  Nightmare
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