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Apr 2020
I noticed what you lacked.
I said I would never look back,
I felt that slack.
For what it's worth,
A reminder of why I pray.
A description of who I played.
An imagination of that day.
For what it's worth
We didn't know what to say,
I felt you slip away.
I wished you would have stayed.
For what it's worth,
I would've took you back.
If only we didn't act that way.
Like nobody had heard what we say.
For what it's worth,
I think back about us everyday.
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   Weeping willow
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