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Sep 2014
The long winter months
passed by so slow.
You were falling out
without me to know.
Constant lies to
to get me by.
I used to think
i'd rather die.
Its funny how
she came along,
and everything I did
I was doing wrong.

-r.s
Riley
Written by
Riley
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