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Nov 2017
How is it
I build myself up
Void to no emotion
Then when you come along,
I'm putty in your hands?
All that hard work
Out the window,
Just for You.
Mold me,
I'll be anything you want.
Just don't leave me.
Β Again.
Written by
CJ Tims
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