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Jun 2019
As your fingers intertwined with her's,
The pink sky started to go blue
My pink eyes started to feel loose
But her pink mind started to think of you
And I feel scattered and the white thin paper started to teared
And I let my tears flow heavily like a waterfall across the street
Cause I remember the days where we always coincidentally meet
Axel
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Axel  16/M/Malaysia
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