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Sorrow
One cold winters day,
In a place not too far away.
A friend is living a lie,
forever telling me she wishes to die.
She lives in pure hell,
Although nobody is able to tell.
She says she is "done"
Although she has sure fooled everyone.
Although she cannot fool me.
I've had the luxury to listen and see.
Things started looking better.
A few weeks go by and she recieves...
Monday 11th June 2018 7:37 pm
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