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May 2018
Sunshine.
A beautiful sunshine
You said I am your sunshine
You keep calling me the sunshine
While I felt so loved being that sunshine,
You kept turning into a dark night of no shine
Why did you keep calling me sunshine
When you are a total nyctophilia.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  25/F/Not-so-wonderland
(25/F/Not-so-wonderland)   
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