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Mar 2018
The neon lights mock me
The siren alarms me

But that didn't stop me

Heartbroken defeat is all I feel

I hear the call, the whistle, music to my ears
Yet dangerous to my heart

If I had been there when you called, would you have lived?
Or just survived like I did

My first love, oh how silently you have gone
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