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Dec 2019
We all have stress,
We need an outlet
We all need to talk,
We need to let the demon out

We talk and we talk,
Yet I didn’t ever ask
If you would be my support,
My friend till the last

I leant on you,
You never once complained
I took you for granted,
Which caused you irritation
Written by
Michael
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