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Feb 2021
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You shaped my world with hands of stone then told me my heart is cold,
you made planets out of me when you only desired space,
my galaxy is without stars now for you took away all my sparks
but then I still shine with beautiful array because I'm the sun and you couldn’t put me out,
Why do you always write about  love she wrote, but it's you I always write about
Written by
Abunde  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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