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May 2017
I think of you more than a lot
I think of you so much
I think of how you're not mine.
I think about how this is something i should be over
I think about how much i still love you
I think about how i shouldn't
I think you're beautiful
I think you're the worst ever
I think you're my pink cloud
I think of you
I think I'm sick and tired of it all.
Kwanele
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Kwanele  22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa
(22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa)   
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