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Apr 2020
I never thought I'd be afraid of words.
I'm thinking of things I still don't know.
Oh I have hope, but my lucky anklet still hasn't broke.
It's a feeling that wont go away,
my childish desire to find a way.
In hopes of something that'll never end,
I pray to god I'll find you again.
They say if you love someone let them go,
if they come back, it's meant for sure.
But I don't think I'm ready to know,
I cant lose another place I call home.
I left the key under the mat
Written by
Crystal  20/F
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