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Jan 2022
all in all,

only stars left above,

all i can't change or create,

asking for phonecalls,

but they all spin away.

gone are the days,

i am asked if i'm okay,

now i just sit and think away,

every drunken thing i cannot say,

until stars have long passed,

then i say im awake.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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     Billie Marie, Melanii and REY
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