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Dec 2016
What do I
Do now?
I said
There was nothing
To forgive, but
Everyday, I get killed
With the thought
Of you
Holding my hand
Watching the starried sky
With no care in the world,
And with all these feelings
Bursting in our chests.
Written by
Jericho Urbano
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