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Apr 2019
I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read


You are


to me.
Madison Wright
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Madison Wright  19/F/on a flower
(19/F/on a flower)   
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