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Jul 2014
You thought she was shivering from coldness of the rain
It was a shiver that stemmed out from within.

How do you mend a sick heart, a mad mind?
How would you if you were just as sick and as mad as she was?

You say, I could be of help to make her shivers turn to warmth
But you never had given the chance your heart to know that fire.
Krezeyyyy
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Krezeyyyy  22/F/Cebu, PH
(22/F/Cebu, PH)   
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   Sam Po
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