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Dec 2019
She
I guess I'll never be okay
with the way you look at her
With the way you touch her skin
With the way she makes you feel
And it makes me sick inside
When I think that you'll never be mine
Because we both know it's true

But you're happy
And she makes you smile
And that's all I care about
I guess I'm happy for you
Written by
Lela  17/F
(17/F)   
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