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May 2014
All the times I died inside,
without a place to run or hide.


All the times I was broken hearted,
cos my soul had long departed

All the feelings not displayed,
and all the bad decisions made.

I kept on running,
didn't stop,
always I was on the hop.
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(c) mandy rigby 09/05/2014
Written by
mandy rigby  newbury
(newbury)   
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