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Feb 2020
they always ask me
and I always ask myself too
- why him?
well, he was the only person I couldn't understand
so complicated, yet so perfectly created
he was the only thing that left mysterious marks
on my sweet soul
on my soft cheek
and when they ask me again
I will tell them
- because he was the ocean and I was just a drowning girl
Written by
Leah
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