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Apr 2021
We went to get ice cream
And I said I was full
You made a face but you let it go
This place used to be my favorite you know


I don’t want you to stop me
But I want you to care
Does that make me bad?
I want it to matter


I know you know that I need help
I know you hear my silent cries
But you put on headphones
You block me out
Written by
Lucas  M
(M)   
70
   Aishu
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