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Jan 28
sprout, with tears
look up, clear
it always rains
you always love me

opening doors
breathing
so alive
but so hurt and
trying

i am
awkward

it is
written
in my head
Written by
nini  13/F/Philadelphia
(13/F/Philadelphia)   
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