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Here i sit, in my room
in the dark, in the gloom
missing you like nothing more
sad and lonely, sorry and poor

bff's you said that day
what is gold can never say
thats what once was read to me
now i know, can finally see

we used to sit and paint out nails
in the sunshine, light and pale
under survey by the boys
little girls and little toys

getting caught, alone we two
something wrong with me and you
now you leave, i sit alone
nothing to do but write this poemWww@QuestionHome@Com

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