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Dec 2014
It was your last day, when we were driving in the car and we joked about running away.

We had so many things we wanted to do together, but now I guess it doesn't really matter.

We should have run when we had the chance, I never taught you how to dance.
bcg poetry
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bcg poetry  neverland
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