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Oct 2015
It is not you,
its me.
You love me,
but I loved you.

Yeah, we were happy like the stars.
But then, tears flow and hearts been broken.
Now I'm afraid to get myself wounded.
So I put my heart behind the bars.
Gloom
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Gloom  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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     Eccedentesiast, Rapunzoll and SPT
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