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Good riddance

Shut the door Don’t come back Once you were inside Now Im covered In cracks. I was stalwart True and fit Years with you Now I don’t want to live, I was smitten I Fell for your games There’s only me to Really to blame. So shut that door And don’t come back The lights have gone out In this beaten up shack. Property been sealed Now I must rebuild,
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Mar 19, 2025
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