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Oct 2024
Tears drop just like water dripping from ice.
Ice is cold, just like my heart for him.
They told me if you love someone, let go.
Until they called your name back then.
How good it is to stay still, under raindrops.
Until one drop feels like hundred.
Sometimes, when we love them, we let them go.
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Aya  18/F
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