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Dec 2017
What you said
Was true
And still
Some things are undo

Tolerate has to be done
Like every time
Your hands play it's role
They're my dime

Tell me
Is it wrong
To keep your soul
Nor to have them whole

Is this temporary
Can't we just let it
Happily in this
White solitary

Always there will
Be a tragedy
It's either my fantasy
Nor your reality
𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪
Written by
𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪  31/Two-Spirit/Malaysia
(31/Two-Spirit/Malaysia)   
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     Medusa, Tyler Zuniga and eileen
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