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Oct 2018
I don’t know what’s happening anymore.
My mind
It can’t concentrate on one thing.
I can’t focus,
Everything is all a blur.
I’m losing it.
I’m losing people.
And every time I go to think
I see flashes of us
dancing in the living room , burning cookies, and singing trash songs.
i ****** at love.
You ****** at giving in to much.
But not this time
I messed up.
Everything.
We had.
And now, your dancing with someone else.
Moonbeam Dream
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Moonbeam Dream  14/F/probably my room
(14/F/probably my room)   
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