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Sep 2021
Crime in my heart.
Cause I've b been robbed.

Robbed of an emotion that once was yours.
Now, here you are walking out the door.

And none of our friends.
And they all have advice and opinion.

But what they don't see?
Is your love hurting me?

And I'm serving time.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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