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Nov 2015
My month came with pain,
Problems, oh god, so many.
My month came with love,
Love I should've accepted, but I did not.
Instead I went on loving someone who did not deserve my loving.
My month came with so much,
My month, my month, it's probably just like any other month.
Perhaps, every month's pain piles up, more and more.
Quite birthday month.
Mila Berlioz
Written by
Mila Berlioz  20/F/Honduras
(20/F/Honduras)   
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