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Apr 2011
I think,
You're gone forever,
But then you come back.

I think,
We'll never be together
But then you'll speak your crap.

I think,
You're serious
About liking me still.

I think,
You're serious
About the ***

I think,
Maybe you'll be mine
In the years to come

I think,
It'll be okay.
But who knows?
Maybe I'm wrong.
Hannah West
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