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Apr 2019
It pains me to see
That the source of joy
Become the source of sorrow
For I thought, I knew better
Better than anyone else
But so I failed
And proved them right
Wallowing in sadness
On my own
For no one knew
And no one cared
The pains it brings me
And maybe, just maybe
In time, it will be fine
Written by
Tin
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   Chantell Wild and Pratik
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