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Dec 2010
your oppression,
my depression
A struggle between
right and wrong
direction-less presence
facading happiness.

just tell me i will be missed,
my leaving will not be wished.

just one last kiss
one last glimpse,
what the future could hold
i feel it slipping away,
one last time.
Written by
Tony bock choi
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