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Oct 2020
Why do the monsters hide away,
till my heart’s decided it’s time to play

Why do whispers slither past,
a brain that’s convinced it’s never going to last

And why does the chorus yell for you,
when I’ve already decided we’re practically through
I keep choosing the same kind of guy
Kriti Gupta
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Kriti Gupta  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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