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Dec 2013
We were fighting
I wanted to tell her
what she did to me
and I wanted
to sort it out

But she was tired
of the arguing
and told me to make myself
some hot milk
and go to sleep

She should've known
that I hate
hot milk
Noah
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Noah  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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