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Jun 2019
Stars crashed
in front of me
as I go to private streets
I tend to think
beyond those painful hints
I tend to cry
over simple thought
that you and I
will never work
I tend to walk
until I can
no longer walk
why on earth
would you make me feel
that there can never be
you and me
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raquezha
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raquezha  28/M/Iriga City
(28/M/Iriga City)   
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