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Oct 2019
Like **** I love this girl, though she give me anxiety
Got me living in sobriety
Wonder if she’d fight for me
Like I’d fight for her
My heaven on earth
Thoughts like these I’ll end up in a Hirsch
Known her since nearby my birth
I wake up think of her first
Compressing an emotional outburst
Blood drips on the off white converse
She short and curt
But that **** ain’t gonna work
Written by
Rogan Hall
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