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Jul 2018
Is it you?
Is it me?
Were we ever meant to be?
Are we drifting?
Are we braking?
Are we real or are we faking?
So much energy.
So much time.
Do I give up or is that a crime?
I hurt you.
You hurt me.
This is an emotional killing spree.
Is it you?
Is it me?
Because we always seem to disagree.
Another day of disposable dispair
Moeshfiekah
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Moeshfiekah  19/F/Cape town
(19/F/Cape town)   
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