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Mar 2018
I remember when
You picked at your face
And I didn't realize
You were doing what I was feeling
And if I had known that it might help
I would have done it too
You and I are rare in this world created by you
We feel and think
But now you're gone
And I'm still here
Picking at my face
Like you used to do
Written by
Brie Williams
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