9th: My truth
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Grieving is like a default to me.
A part of me like its a guarantee.
Wounds from the past
did not pause,
however with your presence covered all my flaws.
It was bearable,
and my heart claimed it as unforgettable.
I often wonder,
where does all my love go thats growing fonder?
I still have so much, and i can't make my heart hush.
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