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Jan 2019
Planning something without me.
Having secrets without me.
Seeing all of you happy without me,
Makes me wanna leave.
A sword cuts my heart,
It feels like we are getting apart.
I don't feel worthy.
Those so called friends of mine,
I'm not even a friend of them.
I am useless.
Friends?
Scaevola Lisianthus
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Scaevola Lisianthus  F/Somewhere
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