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Jun 2021
maybe you're still scared of germs,

and movies, still, your nightly mantra,

may be you still smoke ****

with friends that removed me.

maybe love was the enemy

my life might change at twenty three

but i threw away my family

remembering the fireworks

against the front yard tree.

but my soul says whatever

whatever happens,

wherever you went,

i guess it's a part of me.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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   Brett
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