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always dreamed of leaving one day by walking my fingers left and right and forth as if the nails were soles and tips were heels at the coming of age always thought of leaving one day with nails as tracks so no one would follow that not even myself would want to come back since between you and me there is not a thing worth keeping
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
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always dreamed of leaving one day by walking my fingers left and right and forth as if the nails were soles and tips were heels at the coming of age always thought of leaving one day with nails as tracks so no one would follow that not even myself would want to come back since between you and me there is not a thing worth keeping
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
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