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Apr 2020
The thought of you lingers on my mind,
And the things we could've done.
Now you're not here with me anymore,
And there is nowhere left to run.

The image of you haunts me:
Your eyes that speak a lot,
The words that come out of your mouth,
And the things that you are not.
brent marasigan
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brent marasigan  25/M/Manila, PH
(25/M/Manila, PH)   
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   --- and kate
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