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Jan 2017
Now
I can't stand to think that now you look at another,
the way I want you to look at me.
I can't stand to think that your life,
is better off without me.
I just can't stand it.
What you may ask?
Well, that now you don't love me
Written by
Isabella Cano  Spain
(Spain)   
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