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Jan 2019
I'm stuck
I try move on
Past the thorns
Past the Paradise
But your face resurfaces
in the depth of my psyche
I feel sick of longing
I am sick of you
Why do you haunt me?
I don't want you
But I do
Written by
paintedecho
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   Elaine, alexa and Ruhani
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