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May 2018
It's easier to judge
Not easy to understand

Two feet away
And you won't hold my hand

So I made a promise to myself
My body is not your land

I cut my hair short
Sing songs you hated with my little band

I could dance away the nights
If this was God's plan

I could spend days without talking at all
You're just a boy, not my man
Annie
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Annie  22/F/Pakistan
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