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Feb 2
Ego
Once, I stood high, untouchable,
Pride unshaken, heart unchained.

Then I met her. Loved her.
And for the first time,begged.

Begged her to stay.

No armor, no ego, no pride.
Just her name, and the fear of goodbye.
Written by
Aymeric  20/M
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     anna and Emma
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