Crossed:
Arms, legs, brows.
Smiles:
Lost, pretending they're found.
Love:
Genuine through and through.
Family
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2025 23:42
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Comments2
This one definitely fits the title. For that very reason I avoid such reunions of family, school or any other, I am one of the lost that found myself. Great write
Beautiful.
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