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Oct 2017
Even when I feel like I’ve gotten rid of you
like you did to me..

i still have your ****** smell on my clothes
and pillows.
I still have memories of late night games of
*** and dominoes
When you walked
I was your shadow.
And at the same time
You were my sun and I was your
primrose.

Yet I was still disposed,
where did it go wrong?
everly
Written by
everly  20/F
(20/F)   
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     Ahmad Cox, ---, joel jokonia, --- and Toriana
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