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Nov 2020
Deep inside my chest
There's a hand next to my heart
It likes to play with it when it's bored

Which tends to be most of the time
After all there's not much to do
Where the sun can't reach

It grabs my heart and makes a fist
Whenever I think of you
Emory
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Emory  21/F
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