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Jan 2022
I am the problem,
It’s unfathomable.
The truth makes it’s way,
Just for it all to go down the drain.
It is for the lack of affection I give,
To mislead through the grief.
For I am the problem,
And you all,
Were perfect.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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   TSPoetry and Ledge
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