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Apr 2021
This time the feeling isn't the same.
And who? but myself, is their to blame?
This time, wherever you go and, this time whatever you do,
Even when writing written notes
You will mourn all I once knew.

This time
Is different.
This time- the last time round
I'll hope I do
Turn into you.
Yyys
Heavy Hearted
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Heavy Hearted  28/M/Toronto
(28/M/Toronto)   
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     Deb Jones, REY and Heavy Hearted
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