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Jun 2020
I love her but I don’t know if she loves me, my heads in the clouds and things aren’t clear to see. I miss her smile and her laugh, it’s the smallest things that meant the most to me. She’s a special girl and that’s the only thing clear to see. But what about me ?
Life’s a strange thing
Written by
Andrew
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