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Jan 2022
Wherever I go
It will feel unfair
Whenever I stare
You’ll always be there

I like the clothes
That you wear
The way you care

I love the way
you do your hair
The looks we share

After seven years
You said goodbye
The words we used
Told the coldest lie

When we were young
Our world was fun
Now it’s all gone
Im back with mum
Written by
Andrew
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