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Mar 2016
So funny how I need to build courage that is never there, and suppress something that has always been dangling between the fabrics of my heart, snapping all its way through the tender corners that induce pain. My ribs do complain.
When, tell me, when will I ever see you again?
Hanna Mae Mata
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Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
(21/F/Ph)   
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     Beckon, ---, PJ Poesy and Hanna Mae Mata
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