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On a broken heart

I walk into this school
for the very first time.
Think of yesterday
trying to keep you off my mind

So i put my bag in homeroom
trying not to cry
I write you a poem
but know that it's not right

I hang up the phone
sign off AIM.
I want to be with you
once again

I hate it here
the stories are just lies
I miss you
call me back, all right?





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