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Feb 2019
Hopeless without a goal
Reckless without a soul
Bound to self destruct
With everything going around
My heart is left with a hole.

Whenever I come undone
Just hold my hand
And say my name.
I may come to you in pieces
But you make me whole.
Somewhatdamaged
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Somewhatdamaged  26/M/Kathmandu,Nepal
(26/M/Kathmandu,Nepal)   
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   Fawn and Henry Akeru
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