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I am capable of love
Words can be weaponised
Be careful with the words you use
What might be a throw away sentence to you
Forever imprinted, taunting anothers mind
When you chose these words
Did you remember the things about me which only you know
The secrets I don't share freely
But entrusted with you
People have preconceived notions
Ready to label and validate assumptions
You saw behind the mask
Y...
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