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Dec 2019
She
give me rose tinted glasses,
so i can breathe the air i want to breathe,
and so i can sit on the roofs of houses,
and talk to the wind.

she has been lost so long,
she has become half wild,
she was trying to find herself,
in the bright side,
but couldn't found.
Part 1.
Written by
Misschrysanthemum  19/F/Malaysia
(19/F/Malaysia)   
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