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Nov 2023
If you ever feel sad you can always come to me
I'll pick you back up and cleanse any insecurities
Let your tears flow down my chest
And all these demons we can lay to rest
For you are perfect in every single way
You're the only trophy I'd put on display
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  21/M/England
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