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Apr 2016
That awkward moment,
When I looked you in the eye,
And promised myself nothingness
Thinking, just another apple on the tree.

But brick by brick,
It all came down, flawlessly crashing,
And it was like, another door had opened,
And I could finally look across that wall,

So then there was that awkward moment,
When It turns out, it actually promised,
That It would be the one.
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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   Alexander Coy and Wyatt
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