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4am
At 4am she lays in bed,
Listening to her favorite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving,
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
Listening to her favorite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving,
Suddenly she starts crying,
She finally lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she once was.
Published 27th Nov 2016
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