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Jul 2019
Big, sad eyes and heartless lies
Sitting alone she wants to cry
Making claims he wants to keep
Holding fast, we’re loosing sleep

We skate by time,
Were jumbled garbage
The Price of Love,
Is negative yardage
Written by
Jack Harrell  20/M/Mississippi
   Jack Harrell
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