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Feb 2018
You've grown flesh and bones
The smiles which were used to be on your face
Seemed to be lost
Since you've lost your ace.

As if your life withered,
Gnashing of teeth,
Clinging to the wicked
Only to be saved?

You're falling
Hold on, take a step
You're going to make it
Come and hold me.

Don't lose hope.
Rosà
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Rosà  17/F/Tubod Minglanilla Cebu
(17/F/Tubod Minglanilla Cebu)   
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     J and mickey finn
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