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May 26
I say stuff you never hear,
Chasing things that disappeared.
People tell me, “Move on, dude,”
But my heart’s stuck—it’s kinda rude.

This poem’s messy, kinda real,
Just like how I always feel.
Not perfect, but it’s all I’ve got—
A little truth, a lot of thought.
Byeol Writing
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Byeol Writing  28/F/India
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