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Aug 2018
True love
What a mysterious word
Just like a rare bird
I lay in bed for hours trying to figure it out
How it is always a different turnout
I am confused
Yet still amused
I rather break than not feel it
Preferring to misfit but still commit
It has become my dream to have someone
Not knowing that it can’t be just anyone
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BrokenPieces  22/F
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