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Jul 2018
All these years crying ...
Never realizing who I am,
The Destiny I wrote,
The laughter that I spread
The armor that I concealed;

All these years of waiting ...
Looking at the stars, as the light seems to fade away
Learning to recognize me
And always expect me,
To never be someone.
Nysa
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Nysa  15/F/In My Imagination
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