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Nov 2019
I miss your silly gifts

you didn't make my heart race

I wasn't running away

you're not good enough for me

I miss the way you do nothing to me

your voice runs loud

I'll let you in now

you found life

I'm living a strange way

I want to be friends

you won't admit it

we won't talk again

we won't meet again

we won't
eileen
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eileen
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   ---, Vic and Traveler
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