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Dec 2024
To you
Im the
Walking dead
Your sulking
Was it
Something
I said
Cold shoulder
Freezing me out
Confide in me
Create no doubt,
If I’ve wronged
I do apologise
Nobodies accused
Me of being wise
In my soul
I have bled
Stop making
Me feel like
Im the walking
Dead.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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   Lizzie Bevis
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