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Oct 2018
There’s not a day that passes
That I don’t think of you,
They tell me this is love
You told me you’d always
be there if I came back,
Anyone would say this is love
Hand out our book to anyone,
Let them read the words you spoke and
The details of your decisions and
I promise,
No one would title our book Love
Nattalie Saso Sanchez
Written by
Nattalie Saso Sanchez  18/F
(18/F)   
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