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Apr 2022
I was never concerned
With how close I was to perfection
Until you asked me to change
Again and again
All for your love

And I did, in desperation
Till there was nothing left
Of who I really was
Or what I was made of

I guess nothing in this world comes for free
Oh nothing, nothing
In this world
Comes for free
Rae
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Rae  29/F/USA
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