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Jun 2014
Well of course you would never care,
I am always just left to despair,
the ways I could have helped you,
but you wouldn't care.
you never gave me back anything so why should I even try,
but you see the thing is,
your the reason I cry.
Alaska Young
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Alaska Young
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