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PAPER LOVE
She was 19 and alone
No place to call her own
Two packed bags was all she called home
Her innocence taken from her long ago
All she is left with is a head full of dreams
She became an adult before she became a teen
Now she is chasing after Paper Love
For thirty minutes maybe more
Just knock on the door
She got her own room
She controls the mood
She w...
Friday 24th July 2020 7:37 am
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