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Feb 2019
You were always the first person I told.
But for some reason, you were the last person to know.

Why did you do that?

Choose to not know me.
Written by
Isheanopa Zvobgo  26/F/London
(26/F/London)   
192
   Fawn and Johnny Scarlotti
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