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Dec 2017
Pack your things in a suitcase and head out the door
The four walls that used to hold you don’t feel like home no more
And I know you said you made your bed
Picked up your mess and left
But the ghost that haunts my hallways now
well he’s not a welcomed guest
Martha
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Martha  21/F
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     sage and Savannah
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