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Sep 2020
Maybe we meet along the way
Or maybe in the dark streets
Or maybe under a big trees
Or maybe we never meet again

You took north and I go south
I went and played under the rain
You came inside under your roof
We are different and never meet again
Written by
Rajie Medina  17/F/Philippines
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