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Jan 28
I see your number on my phone,
Suddenly I can't make any sense.

Where there once was cool composure,
Now is a sea of uncertainty.

After all I'd done for you,
While I set you on a throne.

You told me you were at your lowest,
I held your hand, I pulled you out of your dark.

I took your cross,
And I walked up your hill.

And now I sit alone,
Order coffee and sit in the corner.

Life is watching black and white tv,
How do I find the sparkle I used to love?
Maximus Tamo
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Maximus Tamo  27/USA
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