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Jan 2018
this bridge between us
built of kerosene
and you;
you were holding
a ******* candle

i got love for you
even if youre doubting me
i was trying to get to you
but you lit up the bridge

you watched me burn
and turned into ashes

all these words meant nothing
and you've always been this heartless
stabbing knives of deceit
behind my back
taking a part of myself
and set me on fire
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erdaniaputri
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erdaniaputri  18/F/malaysia
(18/F/malaysia)   
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