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Apr 2017
With every words that you say,
Did you mean it?
When you held my hand,
Did you actually want to touch it?
No, no, no--- I'm not doubting you
It's just that, the feeling is a hue
I, getting lost with the beauty of blue
Slowy turning into purple,
Oh God, I'm torn into two
You said, you were lucky
Are you pertaining to having me?
Or the thought you are not alone anymore
Well, I can stay,
Aware as you can be.
But please, oh please
Why change my individuality?
When I thought love was real and accepting
You become nagging and demanding
You wanted a woman of modesty
Instead, I'm a girl full of insecurity
With all hopes, I ask you to consider kindly
Make me cherish the love you tell me.
Gabriela Ayala
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Gabriela Ayala  21/Genderqueer/Ph
(21/Genderqueer/Ph)   
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