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Feb 2021
with all she has heard, with all she has seen
living’s cruel, so she has to win
she’d take her sorrows, wash them clean
go cleanse the hurt, beneath the skin
so you won’t see, you won’t notice
the pain below, she’d never show
Instead, she’ll  grow, she’ll let you know
crowns won’t shine, for those who let her go
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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   Imran Islam
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