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Sep 6
isn’t it awful how i treated you
and how you left me alone
and isn’t it awful how you didn’t tell me
while i tried to atone
for my sins, and prayed to the lord above
and you journeyed forward, devoid of all love
for me and i looked around to find a land
stripped of everything, and the horizon held
the loss of a gentle hand
Written by
ellie  16/F/Australia
(16/F/Australia)   
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