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Aug 2013
I thought of anything that could **** me
Hate,
Love,
Pressure,
Trust,
Friends,
Maybe everything.
Maybe it won't **** me in weeks to come
Maybe one year,
Two years or more
Maybe never,
You won't know, right?
Written by
cursed  23/F/Malaysia
(23/F/Malaysia)   
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