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May 2020
Told yourself that I was the key.
You would not listen, you would not see.
Truth turned out you were not right for me.
A better you you just could not be.

I know, you thought I was so perfect.
Yet this bond... hurts us both we're just addicts.

We are not good together.
Fighting no matter the weather.
We need to learn to let go of each other,
never were we birds of a feather.
So I'm asking you to let me fly,
without me you aren't gonna to die.
Fix ourselves before we try,
to find another one to confide.
CIIR
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