Says me to myself( discontinued)
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, May 4, 2019
If you meet you what will you tell you??
If it's just you and yourself??
This isn't a story.. this isn't a tale ... isn't a fiction... if that's what you're looking for feel free to leave
This is me ... talking to you... where you are
me..
I say to myself
You are here to listen......
Will you??
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