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Location

Your sticks and stones break my bones,

Yet, names will never hurt me…

 

Overall it was worth the fall

I’d be glad if you never met me

 

In my head, at it again

This empty space is mine

All this time I try to rhyme

Yet it seems like such a crime

 

You left, my friend

Moved on again, but still you do deny

The patience is there

And I’m aware

 

Your happiness is just a lie

 

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