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Jan 2019
She stares
With a bagpack and a ribbon in her hair
I care
But the words have never left my tongue

I'm concerned she's scared
Of how I treat myself

It makes me fear
What she will do
It was only the tip of the iceburg

What if she only knew?
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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     Keith Wilson and FreeMind
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