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Mar 2022
We try to find a way, to ease the pain
When you left, my childhood began
Repeating what was before
Not knowing the meet was raw

We began to begin the circle of past
The reflection of broken glass
Looking back the future held
The stars to share, my pillow to tell

We turn the corner of the dead end road
The thoughts before, stopped to told
Who you were was not before
Journey of same, became once more
Written by
Julie
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   guy scutellaro
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