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1d
I didn't know peace can feel heavy
When I traded it with confusion
I chose to label it insecurity
When in reality it's called intuition

When he knows that I'm hurting
When he chose disconnection
He didn't know he traded clarity
In reality, that still works passively
not yours to give, still what i get
Written by
Amelia  25/F/Philippines
(25/F/Philippines)   
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