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Apr 2017
Listening to the songs you gave me.
Reading our old conversations we had.
Locked in my room.
Holding on to the memory of what we had.
Wishing you were here holding me.
Why oh why, Do you do this to me?
I miss you,
But you properly never thought of me.
Cheyenne Fox-Dulgarian
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Cheyenne Fox-Dulgarian  18/F
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