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Apr 2020
I want to try and tell you how I feel,
But you always tell my those feelings aren't real.

You tell me, "It'll get easier, just keep trying."
But it feels like your just lying.

My life isn't mine,
I'm not fine.

Feelings ****,
I've run out of luck.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  19/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
(19/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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