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Sep 4
I howled at the moon which it waves back at me
I chased with the pack only to find survival wrapped in deceit
you know what was unbelievable to look at?
your face was unpainted with expression, but it says it all
but your intentions betrayed you for fooling me
say hi to the world for me.
even to the moon, it wanes and waxes, it stayed pretty and untouchable.
the breaktime monologue
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the breaktime monologue  25/F/Philippines
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