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Dec 2016
I love cool colours and warm feelings.
What he gave me was
the exact opposite; he was cold most of the time
and he took me places under the sunshine
just a little bit too much.
I rarely hold his hands
but at least they’re warm.
What I didn’t know was
his hands are warm from holding
many other girls' hands
just a little bit too tight.

He was always full of uncertainty.
I was never sure what is coming next,
like it could be winning a lottery
or a car crash
and there was no in between
when it comes to him.
Nabiila Marwaa
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