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Jun 2020
The truth is I never hated him
How could I?
How could I possibly hate something that once bought so much light to my eyes
It would be like cursing the sun as it hid itself away behind the clouds at night
Forgetting in that moment how it kissed your golden skin as you daydreamed blissfully amongst the grass.
Written by
Milan Thomas
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