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Apr 2019
I'm trying not
to think
of you.
All I can see are those
icy eyes.
All I can hear are
those beautiful lies.
All I can feel is that
gentle touch.

I miss you so much.
What did I ever find in you?
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  19/F/Playing the piano...
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   Logan Robertson
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