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Nov 17
I can't get it out of my head
I think it's my fault
No one person can be this wrong
All of the time

The calls
Messages in the morning
unreplied by evening
I love you has never sounded so strange;
so forced

Yet in all of this
Why is sorry
The only thing you can say to me
Ugo Victor
Written by
Ugo Victor  Nigeria
     eva-mae, Kay, Skye, Shamai and Lamar Cole
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