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Jun 2016
And so I took a deep breathe,
and start again.
Everyone pushes me.

I'm tired.
I'm tired.

I'm not good enough in faking.
I'm not good enough in faking,
a love.
I'd rather love someone I can't have, than have someone I can't love.
Written by
Sekar Hardani  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
422
     --- and cgembry
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