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At the top
Bury me in the sand
Of my favorite beach
Let the ocean breeze
Carry me to a place
Where I feel at peace
I don't know
The exact point
Where things went South
But it was not my intention
To hurt you
I love you
I wish you could see that
One day
We will meet again
And we will be happy
And there will be no end
My dad asked me
To come hom...
Wednesday 9th April 2025 4:08 am
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