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Jun 1
Why have all my choices
No matter how good they are,
Always hurt someone in the end.
Now I feel like I hurt a dear friend.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam.
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam.)   
     --- and Fawn
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