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Dec 2014
A whimper,
A plea,
don't let it go.
A tear,
A gasp,
why did it happen?
Guilt,
guilt,
guilt.
Why do I feel so guilty for what you did to me?
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
553
   Margaret B and sol
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