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Many are the days I cried over my writtings,begging you to let me in I  dreamed about you and even talked to God about you But you made it a point to ghost out And out of it I learned to always choose me:)
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
My Later
Many are the days I cried over my writtings,begging you to let me in I  dreamed about you and even talked to God about you But you made it a point to ghost out And out of it I learned to always choose me:)
But you also taught me good things take time:)
Gatwiri
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19/F/Nairobi,Kenya
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
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