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Jul 2018
i'm not in love
far from it
not caught up
just sittin on it
wrap me inside
ribbon tongue tied
tugging on the corners of a very fine line

now staying up
let me stay alive
give me something
let me survive
please don't be a passerby
ringing this bell for the very last time
I don't know where my head's at
Kriti Gupta
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Kriti Gupta  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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