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Nov 2017
What am I hoping for?
Nothing will ever come.
You will never come home,
I will never get better.
We drift further apart everyday.
I still remember the day you didn't come back.
You told me not to worry,
You told you would be okay,
You lied.
Written by
Soph T
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     mickey finn and Keith Wilson
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