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Dec 2020
Making a debut from the archives of ‘no fantasy world’, sometimes we have to smell the coffee


I refuse to dress up

Because even if I impress

My heart will still be left in a mess

No!

F all past glimmer of hope

The reality is ‘you are not that into me’

But simply meeting you made me lighter in tears as well as a fighter of fears

I thereby feel the need to say thank you for the coffee

It certainly woke me up
Written by
Sandy Palabras  F
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