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Apr 29
I miss you
When you’re standing right in front of me
I’m speaking to no one
Except a mirror of uncertainty
I live to love you
You see, I hate to keep you
Hidden from my misery
But if I told you
You wouldn’t believe me
A lack of my loyalty, maybe
Or a sign of weakness inside of your heart breaking
Written by
Gabby Fuller  17/F
(17/F)   
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     rick, The Wilted Witch and M E K
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