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Jan 2018
Tragic is she the one with a beaten soul
Tired by one's own desire and greed
You feed your soul with poison and wonder why your heart is a never ending cycle of broken hope and melancholic song.
My love take care of your gift from God
The heart is at the centre
Because everything revolves around it
Be careful not to give it away
For it may lead yourself astray
teacath
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teacath  21/F
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