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Every night, she gets home,
Exhausted and now all alone.
Sat down to remove her makeup,
Cotton of truth wiped her hard.She unmasked the face, she wanted to have
To hide all the emotions she had,
To see thats she's alright
Even she's been crying all night,Cause she just wanted to be pretty.
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Drowning In my Thoughts (incomplete)
PoetryOur minds are like an ocean with massive thoughts and dark things that nobody will ever see but only by yourself. (will fix this soon) #4 in Proses 26.08.19 #5 in Proses 02.09.19 #13 in Proses 19.09.19