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maybe if you come closer i'll let you take my hand and hold my fingers and feel my weakness. maybe you'll find out that i'm a forlorn child. but maybe you'll also figure out that i'm capable of loving the world as it is.
or maybe we could stay together like silly strangers, prowling at our heels and chortling at the skyline and listening to the sound of the grass and feigning that we were in a fairytale.

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