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Nov 2024
Hand on the Bible, you swore I was liable, for every single flare up you sent
Mark it down, you’ve heard it first, I had a meeting over work
But you just couldn’t not waltz in

Perhaps I’m building quite an army,
To protect the honor I love about you so much
I’d go to the ends of the end of the army to make you smile, and I know you’ve done the same
Just please come back, I need you back

I know that you are back, and I love you so much for that

The type of broken that can last,
I know it’s you
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     rick and Imran Islam
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