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Mar 21
I remember,

I remember a time that thinking of you didn't make me feel like dying

Where my world was full of dandelions and cigarette smoke

Of car rides with you
listening to 'our song' but now
our song makes me sick to my stomach

Ever since saying I love you
meant goodbye

And now, I hate dandelions
Written by
Janice  18/F
(18/F)   
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       wu kong, ryn, Glenn Currier and Smothered Divinity
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