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Nov 2019
The more I thought I could care less if she lived or died......I knew in my mind I told one last and worst lie
This woman that I spoke of is the girl of my dream...and if you listen closely late at night you could here her name I still scream
The night she left my whole world disappeared.......and to tell the truth it was the worst I have ever feared
At night I sit outside..... and pray to the moon and stars that her and I could take together just one more ride.
# I still believe
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