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Jul 2019
It's summer,
The season when u tell me
"Bit*h, u r really stupid"

The day when I tell my self
"He's won't to hear anything from u"

The day when I get my rain.
In my eyes

This summer,
I hope last from "our" season.
So no one curse me with
"Stupid" of me.
Let's take rest, I know u tired. Forever rest from "our"
Written by
HanbijX  22/F/Indonesia
   hannashe, Indranys and Fawn
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