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In sorrow i slept, under the gust of wind
With the notion that, I was in love again
It hurts so much, But why would you bother
I was the foolish jester, who still loved ya

Her beauty her glamour, God she's a Jenner
No wonder she's with, the handsome Webster
I maybe be nothing, compared to his diamond
But I'll be a million of Jade, to show how i loved ya

Hurt Myself Today
(16/8/19)

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