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2d
Don't give me your truths,
from all of them I'll only reveal,
My heart has become a wound
that we can't ever heal.

These secrets, out of em all
yours feel like chains,
I'll break under pressure

A quiet catastrophe,
Time is a fleeting treasure.
C F
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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   Emirhan Nakaş
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