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Pan

He's so beautiful and handsome and perfect every way. He shows the lust that bothers others, but not me- it never will. His darkness and his evil unveil magically, and once I look into his eyes, he'll easily control me. But sadly there's no magic, no flying to a land. A land that's filled with happiness and pixie dust and sand. The sand will glow from moonlight and happiness alike, But if I step into that land, I won't return, my love. I must let go of whats holding me. My very own child. How cruel, how wicked, and terrible if I ever had to lie. To lie that I would rather stay here with you than him. A lie that never bothered, but one that cannot stay. So off you go, hold on to that shadow, my happiness can only be here. On this magical island of happiness, my Neverland with Peter.
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daria
Russian
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Dec 9, 2014
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