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Oct 2015
One day I decided
to walk out that door
and see what places the word had in store
I traveled to and fro
for years on end
but somehow, someway
I always recalled this place
I remember how i left
without uttering a word
and disappeared faster
than a frightened bird
i regretted it so that i returned
but, and i swear upon my word.
that they-
they forget all about me
and took down my picture
Made this for school. Homework hope ya like it.
Fucking tired
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