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Nov 24
I hope in my last 7 minute, I could be happy again
I hope in my last 7 minute, I could rewatch the memory of me dancing while being recorded by my mom
I hope in my last 7 minute, all that's left of me was my healed inner self
I hope Nobody's cry, nor feeling bad that I'm gone
For I am finally be set free
From the damnation and annihilation of high expectations
Aameen.
Written by
Aditya
19
   Hamzah
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