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Jul 2018
When she asked me if I'd ever leave
I never knew why she'd doubt me.
But my words she couldn't believe
And madness wouldn't let her see
That I'd stay; so she left me to grieve
A love that wasn't meant to be.
Red Brush
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Red Brush
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