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May 18
I can't stop thinking of our last moment
You were still the sweetest saying those harsh words
"Please, not yet..."
The words I repeated desperately
Even today, my lips can only tremble
And I will never be fine
What's a good break-up?
Written by
Oka  20/Cis/Indonesia
     izzn, everly, --- and Lure Pot
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