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Jul 2019
I don’t want to talk about regret.
Regret is a waste of time.
Even though I have so many.

I believe I made the right call.
But I still find myself starting to miss you,
From time to time.

I want to hear your lies.
I’ll pretend they are true.

Oh **** yes,
I miss you, *******,
wafa
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wafa  25/F
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