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Efflorescence

Thơ ca

Everywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...

Rather

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by Fathims_Parveen

by Fathims_Parveen

I'd rather get hurt by the truth,

Than be happy hearing your lies.