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Mar 2021
i won't forget,
when i cried you just looked at me
and what a silly heart of mine is—
it kept thinking,
you will pick those tears for me
and say 'i am here for you'
but you were just standing in front of me
like a stranger
pick your own tears
leeaaun
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leeaaun  22/F/Pakistan
(22/F/Pakistan)   
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