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Dec 2018
i retreat, retreat and retreat again,
to a point that i
am standing at the edge of the precipice now
and behind my back is
an ocean with deepness that i
could not reach unless i
am bones
but you are asking for more and i
have got no choice
but choose to jump

somewhere that i
don't want to belong
I love you
As a friend

These words mean nothing
but mere shackles

"Tell me please,
tell me that you love me,
as a friend."
shel
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shel  a long river
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