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Oct 2018
Four days, no contact
No calls, no messages
I'm doubting if this love is still intact
Or is it another impact

We used to talk for hours
Now, love has gone sour
Your voice used to be my source of power
Now, It's vanished like a burnt flower.
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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