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Mar 2018
I'm broken. So broken.
Yet, I don't want to be fixed.
I was smiling while crying by looking at your pics.
Why do I feel so broken?
I ask myself this.
Your Eyes were the reason.
Now this girl's heart is in treason
Written by
Flame  17/F/Philippines
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