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Dec 2018
I always tell myself to let go the past
I know sometimes, it hurts.
But then I ask myself,
What's the point of having the past on your back?
Nothing, really.
Nêijî
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Nêijî  22/F/Malaysiaa
(22/F/Malaysiaa)   
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