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Dec 2015
I stare through the frosted window
Watching all the children play
Remembering the good old days
When things were simple and I didn't have to pay

For all the mistakes and wrongs I did
Because of the phase I had that day
But I was only making promises
That I didn't know I couldn't make.
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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