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May 2021
I don't feel right
Haven't been myself since that night
I cant tell you
'cause you have your own troubles too
Keep playin' it in my head
Hearin' those words, she is dead
I close my eyes
The deafening sound of my cries
I hold your coat
Pretending to hug you, I choke
I don't want to go back home
Restless soul, alone I roam
Desiree Schort
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