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Nov 2017
She's a mess.
Her mind also.
Everything just ****** up.

As the rain kept falling down,
The atmosphere became lower,
And lower.
The lovebirds went back to their
nest,
to warm their bodies up.

When the rainfalls hit the
window,
I realized,
There's one thing happened,
That I make my own rain,
On my eyes.
audrey
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audrey  23/F/Indonesia.
(23/F/Indonesia.)   
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