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Sep 2020
Our story was short,
But it was filled with bliss.
I’m grateful to you for,
Giving me peace.

You held my hand,
I held yours too.
We were floating in air,
But we never flew.

As the last chapter ends,
As I put the pen down,
I thought of you —
In your laugh and smiles, I drown.
- B, 09-23-20, 01:45
brent marasigan
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brent marasigan  25/M/Manila, PH
(25/M/Manila, PH)   
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