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Mar 2018
My mind wanders,
Still, he is in it.
My heart race faster,
His name is shouted
Beat by beat

And just like any other nights
I am missing him, still.
When morning comes,
He is the kind of hope
I wanna steal.
No one deserves less. But I don't that works in love.
Kaede
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Kaede  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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