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May 2020
I'll choose you,
even if I have to walk through the storm.
I don't even mind being soaked in the rain.
I'll endure the deafening thunders
and the sight of lightnings before me.
I'll carry your teardrops
until your clouds fade;
I will hold you
until the last rain.
Zelyn
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Zelyn  21/F/Philippines
(21/F/Philippines)   
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