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Jan 2018
Just like
The trees look dead
Just like me
The leafs all left
Just like will to live
I am an empty soul
But no one knows
So I must keep faking happiness
Until Iā€™m all alone at home.
Written by
Diana Balderrabano
170
   Toriana
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