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Back in sixth grade, we never held hands.
Never looked into the future,
nor did we make plans.
Our days were tight like a new suture.

Never looked into the future,
life and friends slowly gave in.
Our days were tight like a new suture.
I wish I could have seen it begin.

Life and friends slowly gave in,
nor did we ever make plans.
I wish I could have seen it begin;
back in sixth grade, we never held hands.





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