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Aug 2018
If she comes back
      I'll let her do her way  
          a crowd of beauty and potential
         she chose me to be her headache
im not much.. more likely too less
   for every drunk cries I make
Her sitting next to me without making        a single flinch killed me for not being her next
    She wanted love ,I gave her pain
          why does empty spaces hurt more than a room full of different faces
      In the end I only once knew
      to love a real woman hurts so bad to be true
Ryan Gabriel Lucero
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Ryan Gabriel Lucero  18/M/Bacolod City
(18/M/Bacolod City)   
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