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May 2021
Of course.
Never the fault at blame but I.
Your forever the purest.
All lies of course.
Going backwards instead of forwards.
Yet here you sit,
Sitting with pity.
Shame such high hopes,
Just to see it dwindle more and more into
Nothingness.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
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