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Aug 2020
Every cell of her body screams
As light falls on her
She is done with these days
carrying this big ball of fire around!
She craves for the nights to come
The dark comforts her
As she loves playing with her demons
Under the moon.
What's up with her!? I can't understand...
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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