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You're dead there was so much we could have done so many streets we could have walked down but now we can't, we never will because you are dead I told you I loved you and you said you loved me too but you're dead and now you are in a vase on a shelf surrounded by pictures of the good old days We could have walked hand in hand up mountains and through forests and up and down hills we could have seen it all there is so much more to do there was so much more to see... but you're dead and I hate it
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC
You're dead
You're dead there was so much we could have done so many streets we could have walked down but now we can't, we never will because you are dead I told you I loved you and you said you loved me too but you're dead and now you are in a vase on a shelf surrounded by pictures of the good old days We could have walked hand in hand up mountains and through forests and up and down hills we could have seen it all there is so much more to do there was so much more to see... but you're dead and I hate it
james-alai
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC
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