1/22/17 - Sunday 11:11 pm

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I feel like writing a poem so uhh...

When the wind just blows and makes me whistle.
I feel like I might need another chance, another chance to hold your hand and another chance to listen to your rants.

Eh that's it. Tired now, bye childs

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