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Dec 2018
You know my name but not my story

You see my face but not my soul

You feel my skin but not my scars

You hear my voice but not my pleas

You only want the untainted parts of me.

But my dear,
haven’t you heard ?

The moon only glows so bright because she lives in the dark
Written by
Vish  22/F/on a cloud
(22/F/on a cloud)   
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