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Aug 2014
You were the first person to ever make me happy
But today you blurred all of my straight lines
And you're so sorry
And you want to be good friends
But you were the first person to understand me
And I wonder if you're going to be the last
Every time I saw you're face like butterflies
Your picture was in my art collection

And you have to go, but
You're already gone
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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