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I write poetry on my spare time. I am in high school so I don't have much spare time, but I do what I can.
When I think about you leaving me
My heart, it aches and it cries
I know that you'll come home to me
But it still hurts despite my tries
The day you were born
I gave you that name
Praying to the lord
That it'd give you fame
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