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Sep 27
The ache of missing you is like a wound,
open,
raw,
and exposed.
A relentless hiss,
staining my heart
with memories that refuse to go.
Open wound hurt the most.........
Immortality
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Immortality  17/F/rainy forest
(17/F/rainy forest)   
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