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Dec 2017
Until now,
I remember that day;
when the fire was lit,
the trust was betrayed,
the argument was perpetual,
and the ego won over the love.
We had no doubt.
It was the kind of farewell that we longed for.

n.e
Farewell, love.
brxken
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brxken  23/F
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     J, Carina, TSPoetry, Glass and Imran Islam
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