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Sep 2015
I scribbled down "*******" 80 times that night
with tears in my eyes and anger in my chest
when no one was looking
I still haven't figured out
if the ******* was
to you
for not being there
or to myself
for still wanting you to be
Written by
   K G, Rose and Sumina Thapaliya
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