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Jun 2019
When I say let it be.
But, I was so blind that I couldn't be able to see.

Seeing within this thin blinds.
When I was playing I'll hide and you shall find.

We needed another way to sea it to sway.

Away from this dead grave then
I'll know where my heart still
engraves.
End Game
Diane K Pak
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Diane K Pak  24/F/Philadelphia, PA
(24/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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