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Jun 2021
Good bye notes are falling from your mouth
I've never realized until it all turned to dust

I felt the ashes flew unto my deaf ears
Now you look at me like I'm not yours

Slowly becoming strangers
When you were suppose to be my home

O woe unto me my sweet
For we became stale

I guess our tale
Is already on the end
Mikko
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Mikko  23/M/Philippines
(23/M/Philippines)   
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