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Dec 2018
Cry
All my bottled up feelings,
all these lost emotions,
falling,
turning to tears,

they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul,
and if that's true...
what does it mean if...
my eyes were blue,
but they are now just white,
and all I wanna do all night...
is just cry.
Tylese
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Tylese  15/F/Australia
(15/F/Australia)   
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   ---, Fawn and Sameera Krishna
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