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May 2019
Wished I was someone
She, whom you love
With a body perfectly fit
Sparkling white skin
Black soft shiny hair
Adorable pinkish lips
On fleek eyebrow
I ain't like her
In a million times,
I do wished, will always
So many times I caught you
You had one's eye on her
Looking at those face,
Night and day,
She wasn't, but I did
You were the fish
She was the hook
I am the fisherman
These eyes of mine,
I could never take them away from you
She claimed yours without noticing it
You want her, need her
Calling her name, I've heard
You loved her, you still
And I can never be her
I will never be your girl
#insecurities
fleabag
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fleabag  17/F/je ne sais quoi
(17/F/je ne sais quoi)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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