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Apr 2019
Time may have passed
Drowning in crowds
Hiding in storms
But I know at last,

It was always me
Who will stand still
As long as I let her
Just be,

There’s no one else with the power
Of loving me so much
I forget about the sour
In less than a touch,

Forever waiting
Alongside uncertainty
Forever expecting
Someone would reach out

It is not up to fate
It is not up to the sun
It depends on her
When is she done,

And she has barely started
To shine her own glow
To live wholehearted
And to direct her own show

Perhaps like the ocean
I had to get so deep
To finally get the notion
It was always me.
Julieta
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Julieta  19/F
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