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Jan 2019
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four hundred and thirty
is the number of days we spent together
there were four hundred and thirty
memories made
day by day
every pure moment was spent with you
let me rephrase that
pure or in-pure
i was still with you, either way
we were in it to win it
i guess four hundred and thirty days
was enough for you
because
it definitely wasn’t the winning number either
wishing there were more days spent with you
is becoming exhausting
although exhausting doesn’t compare
to what i felt
for four hundred and thirty days
shianne rose
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shianne rose  18/F
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