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Jan 19
Everything feels intense,
reality tends to bend.
I know, somewhere, deep down,
the world will come to end.  

I know that I would live,
if for the best you went.
My heart I must not give,
to a mere good friend.

We know we're not enough.
This my declaration:
A smile is not your love,
kindness no invitation.
Nov draft :)
BipolarBear
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BipolarBear  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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