Being on the rooftop in midnight
Screaming your name at the top of my lungs
Wishing for the pain to be gone
With the cold wind that never seems too old
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[✔] Tacenda
PoetryJust things better left unsaid, and may or may not be a personal diary. Tacenda ⓒ Jeybenedict, 2018 Cover source: Pinterest
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