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Nov 2016
how
They're gone
She was crying this morning
It's like an apocalypse of love
Doesn't seem to be much hope

Then how can you still be here
In my peripheral vision
How are we expected to last
If no one else could
So many people are breaking up. Not much hope for the single ones is there?
Isabelle Perla
Written by
Isabelle Perla  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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