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Jan 2018
The way I explain this day is the nose sting you get before tears
the rush to your face
so hey happy birthday ..
It is your last and no one will admit it
no one will make any noise related to this
I cant
think about putting  you in the ground after this day just don't go
because I need you
let me be selfish
Written by
Lizzy K  F/America
(F/America)   
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