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Oct 2020
One by one
The leaves fall
People die
Nice and slow

Picture perfect
Friends of mine
Down by the lake
Next to the shrine

Hands are tied
Can't do nothing
We'll all die
Scary things

She's perfect
Why don't I?
Take it back
I'm not lying

Dying mind
Loving soul
Dream of mine
I was more

I don't mean to say that
I like you
Written by
GRAVE27  17/M/Indonesia
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