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Jan 2021
i sit down in our spot
ready to cry to ribs;
our song.
that we were gonna play at our wedding
and we wanted to kiss to in the rain.
but there’s no rain.
it’s just tears on my face instead.
but it’s not from you
or anyone;
but the tiredness i have
just from existing.
its getting hard
Written by
jude  14/australia
(14/australia)   
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