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Feb 2020
I probably ran her off early on
My soul was set on fire when I was young
I had nothing else to do but put it out
But dirt won't heal a fresh wound
And it was either this or die too soon
Deep cuts help me grow
And me is all IL ever know
Written by
Nella  31/M/mississippi
(31/M/mississippi)   
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