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Nov 2018
I thought she was a model, the way she looked

I thought she was an artist, the way she ******

I thought she was a goddess, the way she cared

I thought she was an angel, the way she shared

She's gone now, but that's okay
I just can't get over the way

Ah, nevermind, point is lovin' me's a chore

And after all the world needs her more
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Michael  17/M/Minnesota,
(17/M/Minnesota,)   
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