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Jun 2021
The sky is blue and slight cloudy.
My mind starts to scramble and put all the pieces together.
I can't stop thinking of last months and all the words that were said.
It happen so fast,
Next think I know I'm alone once more.
Thinking of the memerios that will be gone in a year.
Hoping we meet again before I forget who you are.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
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