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Sep 2017
I guess it really was my fault;
For I did not ask you to stay.
Not even when you left the door ajar,
As if waiting for me to run after you.

But it was you who had to run after me, my dear.
Not me.
Not me.
Written by
sophia sacal  17/F/mexico
(17/F/mexico)   
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   rachelle
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