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Apr 2019
I tip-toe on this balance beam of security,

Eyes straight; not focused on what's surrounding me.

Such a delicate situation I'm in,

I wonder... If I fall, will that be a predicament?

Cause falling doesn't mean I don't win,

If an ocean of You is what I'm falling in.
Eva
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Eva  27/F
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