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Sep 2016
As we walk along the corridor,
I meet you along the way,
I raise my hand to greet you,
But you don't return the same.

I remember when we used to talk,
you talked like you cared,
But now that I don't meet you,
I feel like I'm just dead.
What happened?
Feliz G
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Feliz G  16/Gender Fluid
(16/Gender Fluid)   
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