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Nov 2019
I don’t know if I even want to meet you anymore,
Because if I do,
I’ll still be convinced you’ll leave me,
And I’ll **** it up so you do,
Everything is temporary,
And that’s just true.
Written by
Birdie  27/F/Hampshire
(27/F/Hampshire)   
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