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Nov 2018
There are cracks in my wall,
That you didn’t like.
As time went on,
Pieces began to fall.

You tried everything;
Duct tape the holes,
Or paint over the cracks,
Even put up a painting.

You see,
The tape will fall,
And the paint fades.
Cover up is not a possibility.

Just leave it be,
Because despite it all,
The cracks and holes in the wall,
I’ll still be mine.
SinoAko
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SinoAko  18/M/richmond, va
(18/M/richmond, va)   
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