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Oct 2020
After I died
everyone was sorrow
For me, there was no tomorrow
Because I was 6 feet under
Did they love me?
I wonder
It doesn’t matter now
Because if they cared for me
I wouldn’t be in my grave
Waiting for them to join me
but they’re trying to be brave
By showing they loved me...
after I died
It’s about suicide....
R L
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R L  17/F
(17/F)   
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