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Sep 2021
Baby I don't love you,
I don't miss you,
I just want you to go to hell.
You know all the lies I tell under the moon,
To save my heart from breaking,
And save me from this doom.
Esha
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Esha  25/F/India
(25/F/India)   
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   Krizel Grace, Sophie Lucy and BLT
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