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Nov 2018
Not once.
Not twice.
But three times...

Gave my heart up three times

Every time was more cracked

Every time, fewer tears came out

Every time, I felt stupid

Was it love?
No.

All this was ... was a state of comfort after "knowing" them.


You never finish knowing a person, no matter how long...
Damaris
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Damaris  20/F
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