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Mar 2015
I can't help but love you.
You are me but you messed me up.
I hate being here with you.
I just can not wait to pack my bags and leave you for good.
Yet I know that even when I'm gone I'll miss you.
But never will I miss you enough to come back, ever.
I'll move on to better things.
But you Alabama will always settle for the worst.
Written by
Katelynn Shadoan
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