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Feb 2024
When will I become better?
I always think too much,
Jealous too much,
And exist too much,
It’s crushing me by
thinking,
I lost my only ally,
By becoming the worst person
she’s ever met.
Written by
Xyche Ershley Mamuyac  M
(M)   
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     izzn and Xyche Mamuyac
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