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Mar 2015
If I could die from a heartbreak,
I'd have died countless times,
For I did not know how my heart survived.

If only stitches and bandages could make it better,
It wouldn't still be bleeding and tearing years after,
Hidden in a body so no one can discover.

The heart still yearns for the one it aches,
It'll love the one and only for as long as it takes.
The Moon
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The Moon  Singapore
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   Dhil Zalee
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