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Mar 2020
Look at the stars
Arnt they so beautiful
I thought we’d go far
But I’m here at your funeral

You can’t see me
But I can see you
you’re so cold, so blue
I shouldn’t have let  you leave

Should I dwell in my regret ?
Should I hate myself for loving
As if I could fix my love of neglect
As if I could see the secrets swept’

Underneath the pretty rug
You covered yourself In jewels
Yet you mingled with scary bugs
Am I just another  fool ?

Look at the stars
Aren’t they so beautiful
Now I love you from afar
Someone had to attend my funeral
Lea Britto
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Lea Britto  19/F/California
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