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Oct 2021
She wanted the stars
I offered her the moon
She wanted words
I sang her songs
She wanted time
I gave her mine
She wanted love
So I offered her my heart,
I gave her something,
Not even money can buy,
I gave her a piece of me,
Which took me years to complete,
Yet in the end,
My existence still wasn’t enough.
Mel-VS-the-World
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Mel-VS-the-World  Philippines
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