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May 8
She is like a song,
I secretly love to hear,
But skip evey time it plays.

Because it's too familier.
Too Close.
Too full of her.

The music knows my Memories,
The Lyrics knows my ache,
so i press "Next"
Pretend i don't miss.
Written by
Sonu Tyro  23/M/India
(23/M/India)   
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