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Nov 2017
I told you I wouldn’t remember
If it was real life or a dream
And just as I predicted
Memory is ripping its own seams.

I chose you,
But you didn’t chose me.
Maybe freewill
Negates meant to be.
Rachel
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Rachel  24/F
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   Lior Gavra
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