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There is a writer who wrote about the things he wanted to say but couldn't, about the things he once had, his almost, in betweens, what ifs and what could have beens.

About the things he will never reach, and will never have.

And I guess, I was just like him.

Because in my every poetry, you are the subject.

I wanted to include your name in every pages, your face in every letters and your smiles in every lines and phrases.

A book where I was your beginning and ending.

A story where our fates would finally intertwine.

Maybe.. I opt to be that writer or maybe I am really him, the other side of me, hidden in the shadows.

- always writing about you

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