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Jun 2020
Oh you fickle being, you.
Always one to never shy away
From opportunities of affection
To spread your wings and take flight.
But sadly,
You soared too high every time
Always too close to the sun
And spiralling down you go
Into the bottomless pit below.
Why am I the way I am?
Written by
Ahmad Azry Ahmad Razally  24/M/Malaysia
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