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Apr 2019
Every Time I think I found it
Think I've got it right
It slips through my fingers
And I'm alone again
I just wish I could get it right
Finally fit in somewhere
Finally find the place where I belong
Worked so hard to make all these friends, yet at the end of the day I'm alone again
Philomena
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Philomena  24/F
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   Sheila A
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