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Jun 2014
Life holds death grips on those who were once lost but were never found
She says
"Hold on tight please i'll keep you safe and sound"

She used to sit in her father's car with windows rolled down
and longed for the wind blowing through her hair

Now she sits in a car with rolled up windows and
awkward silence filling the air
Nur Qistina
Written by
Nur Qistina  singapore
(singapore)   
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     --- and Will Rogers III
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