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Apr 10
the pain wasn't skin-deep,
it was like a torpedo slowly striking
the sea
I can see the pain, it goes through me
but it doesn't
affect me that much
I can take more

- my love songs are for no one now.
Written by
Ten Mercado  25/F
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