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Jun 2020
I smell the rust on my fingers
I got my own melody
I found what chords and notes
Strings starts to play
But I can't find the word
there's no voice to out
only tears.
I wrote this while I'm in a song-writing phase hehe; it turns out like this
Cryslyn Tucay
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Cryslyn Tucay  19/F/San Mateo, Rizal
(19/F/San Mateo, Rizal)   
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