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Dec 2020
I told you you would come to
It would be easy to get through,
But you told me, when I left you,
That with me gone, you'd be dead

How accurate, it's shocking
Now that we're no longer talking
I feel a ghost beside me
When I lie in our old bed.
Ylva L
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Ylva L  22/F/Norway
(22/F/Norway)   
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   Arishaya and William A Poppen
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