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Feb 2019
what I think
what i feel
is trapped into mess.
in my dreams
they teease me,
hurt my mind.
day and night,
night and day
the heart can't help but bleed
this is not even love
an illusion
an addiction.
Call me bella
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Call me bella  16/F
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