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Aug 2018
The countless midnights I've spent with tears running down my cheeks,

Wishing you were next to me and I trying to imagine the tender touch of your palms against mine,

I sit here madly in love with you but I'm wishing I could unlove you,

If only one could fall out of love as fast as one plummets into it,

But gravity only pulls downward.
Love is more painful than it appears to be, says I.
Tufayl Myburgh
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Tufayl Myburgh  20/M/South Africa
(20/M/South Africa)   
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