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Sep 2018
Thought I loved you still.
Carry on.
Just like fights, carry on.
Carry on.
Time could be so cruel, I couldn't blame me; so I blamed you.
Carry on.
Best friends turn their backs, the true definition of snakes.
Carry on.
Days I die, still here.
Carry on.
Why move on?
No expression.
Sorrow.
Not tomorrow.

But "carry on".
Use a slow tempo
Written by
John Blackport  14/M/Canada
(14/M/Canada)   
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