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Jan 2021
Why do we do the things that we do?
Why is it always just me and you?
I wonder, I ponder, I play in the sand.
I look for the answer on the back of my hand.

Tell me your secrets, tell me your lies.
Tell me why we never really say goodbye.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
(30/M/Chicago)   
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   Sweet Rain
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