PETER PAN

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Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

What’s that sound my thoughts raced?


My vision panned in on his limp body, scantily shaking a pillbox in front of his lifeless face.


He wore this look on his face;

Almost as cunning and relentless as the Joker’s, except there seemed to be a sincere sadness to it.


Join me he muttered.

Let’s ride the carousel all the way to Neverland.


He was always the boy who refused to grow up.

-ST

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