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3d
Shriveled-up gum,
Stretched rubber,
Strains of love...

A plucked thread at one end,
I'm the only one weaving our way.
But it keeps knotting up.
Yet despite the torn apart bond,
I'll be the one dragging it out.
Feeling of the inability to let go a relation even though the other side of that connection has already been left.
Berrin Yakar
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Berrin Yakar  20/F
(20/F)   
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