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Mar 2018
Although poor
I could offer you riches
And I would stay but
I know eventually you'd shift
So many secrets
My mouth, I'll stitch
Keep it all in
And when everything burns down
I know I am the one
Who will be holding the matches
Sometimes when I'm alone by myself in my room I think
I'm going to be the reason this friendship falls apart

Created 2.22.18
Written by
Lady Misfortune  17/F/Ohio
(17/F/Ohio)   
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   Steve
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