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Nov 2017
It's hard
Not to go mad
Knowing these nights
Are here to stay.
It's quite sad
To see my tears dry
In the bright summer's day.
All I want is to hold
Your hand,
Alone so that the world
Can't see.
But my heart weeps
At the fact that
Our love will
Never be.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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