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Sep 2017
You got no idea how
The state of me after you ballistic
So don't dare to do a bow
I aint a show, aint sarcastic

And then you leave
Well, the others too
But u made me believe
With your "I love you".

And now I'm sinking
Wishing to not be found
It made me thinking
I wasn't allowed .
Written by
Ryan Yepes  17/M/Ph
(17/M/Ph)   
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