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Go away
Forget me please
I scream at you
as you knock on my door
with tears in your eyes
in that black dress
once again
I hit you
with all my force
push you away
and slam that door
into you face
I hear you cry
in the rain
and I know
you´ll be back
I can´t kill
a memory
Sunday 12th April 2020 10:47 pm
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