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Apr 2019
What is this love thing?
Why is it so hard to reach?
I keep chasing,
It keeps on eluding me.

I keep trying.
But now I see,
That there is no limit.
To the heart's pieces.

At this point,
I'm not even choosy.
I just want someone,
Who can make me happy.
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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Fọlábòmí Àmọó  24/M
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