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5th day of July 2020

Ill-Fated
by yours truly

As my words cause wounds,
Dodge as much as you can,
As your tears fall down,
Wipe it quick for you not to drown.

We met in the wrong moment,
Unfortunately things are not meant,
We'll return to our lives back,
Sadly we arent that luck,
Let go of my wrist,
You and me don't co-exist

As I bid goodbye,
I let these sorrows fly,
As I choose to walk away,
You dont need to stay,
Turn around and be okay.

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