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Oct 2013
I wish you hadn't grown up here
Then I wouldn't have to hear you come and go
If you weren't here I wouldn't have to feel this way

It isn't anything that you're doing
You don't do anything
*you don't do anything
Lydia Ann
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Lydia Ann
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