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Jun 2019
I can't love you , my hands are not ready to hold a stranger
     Millions of possibilities yet only one can save us both
         As beautiful as a rose there's no reason to remove your roots
   As quiet as night yet your voice echoes my head

Id rather have purple knuckles than a Purple Heart
No more games of love you can't even win
Thought
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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