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May 2021
i lose myself at least once a day
but at least I can watch it happen in the mirror

I miss a thing I have never known
and it's ever so lonely to miss alone
i give in to the moon again because happiness is hard to come by when spring teases you with her pretty innocence
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and Grace
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