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Dec 2020
I looked at her while tears fell from her face.
Droplets after droplets....
Her voice is tired and sore.
Her pain and agony is mine now.
Its my turn to water her.
Watch her grow and flourish.
By this time she'll need no one.
Only herself.
Andrew Gomez
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Andrew Gomez  26/M
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