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Apr 2020
Because it hurts,
Because you can't anymore.

You're done with tears.
I'll have yours instead.


For I can't shed any.
Immovable *******, with seemingly no conscience.

July 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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