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Jan 2022
strange,
feels strange,
as if it was stored somewhere,
as if, it was things
that I can hold,
but, I,
lost it,
the memories,
thought I can hold it
forever,
yet, I lost it
it walks away,
followed you,
leaving.
Written by
Eyla  24/F
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