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Dec 2019
buy me those flowers
buy me those clothes
send me the letters
just a little dose

i hope she knows
i miss her embrace
when the trees bows
and lost their face

i hope he knows
i miss him
as the river flows
as i fall on the hill of grim

i saw you laughing
i saw you smiling
i wish that it's me you're holding
but it's someone's blood you're carrying

i miss those times
when we were talking
when we were one thing
it's over now

my friends walk the park
their hands intertwined
the talk about their future
"i'm proud of you son"

i wish i had someone to tell me the same
i wish my life has been kinder
i wish i have someone to tell my stories to
tell them something i always do

i miss you mom
i miss you dad
you're the one i take my hopes from
and you're the one who left me alone
it's hard to be a part of a broken home
but there's always hope we can make out of the broken bone
GRAVE27
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GRAVE27  17/M/Indonesia
(17/M/Indonesia)   
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