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Feb 2015
you are leaving this town,
its great, like a shiny crown.
But all I want to do is frown.
You are my best friend, my first love
and now I must loose you.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know how to cope.
But for now all I must do is mope.
A friend, our parents were pregnant together, and we just became friends last year, out of the blue. We got very close, and now he must go. I am lost and sad, also a little mad. But its out of my control.
Clara the Clairvoyant
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