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Oct 2017
Do you know what is truth,
What could have been the actual root.
Maybe you were too naive,
As it came silently like a thief.
Tonight I lay here disturbed,
Something that I thought I had curbed.
Clearly it was a mistake,
To constantly take,
And now that has me wishing I
drowned in a lake.
Little come back
Alyssa
Written by
Alyssa  F/Malaysia
(F/Malaysia)   
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