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May 2015
The words that you said,
They cut through my heart,

The things you said behind my back,
They reminds me of sorrow

After all the things you had done,
The only thing I could do,
was to smile and pretend nothing had happened

But what is left on me,
Are cuts that are left unseen
Wing Girl
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Wing Girl
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   Jane
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