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Jan 3
It's always like this,
My mind is confuse,
Always been failing,
but you're the one my heart beats.

How many letters have I written to you
How many tears have dried

When will I laugh
that's not forced, not overlooking sadness?
When will I get
your hugs and kisses without dreaming?
When? When? When is the old us?
M. T,J
rai
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rai  18/F/Elsewhere
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