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Aug 2021
Once you, you and you,
made me cry in my room,
and when I say,
I'm happy for you,
I truly mean it

And all those times,
I curse you, you and you,
late at night in my room,
and you're all dead to me,
just know,
I don't mean it

As there must be,
balance in the world,
there are you,
and me,
writing opposite word
Written by
Felix Hackberry
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