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Aug 2019
time passes
it starts to decay
how this’ll be the end

wither
this heart of yours
slowly disintegrate
into nothing

sunken feelings
heavy thoughts

let it go
breathe
you’ll be back
will
Written by
will  19/M/Philippines
(19/M/Philippines)   
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