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It’s okay to mourn someone who’s not dead.Death separates.It rips and tears,Death suffocates.Flaunts itself without care.Not everyone grie..
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They say winds took her words,Trees stole her voice;Little do they know,He was merely a boy.
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I’m going to love him in a month.I’m going to love him in a year.I’m going to love him ‘till my bones don’t work and eve..
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Maybe you’re the cause of my pulsatile tinnitus.A whisper in my brain,Consequences of an inevitable past.You’re the storm.I’m the af..
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