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| Jenny |
9/18/2023
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Sometimes I pretend she's still behind me
But she's really not.
Sometimes I hug my pillow hard
Because that's all I got.
Our time together was so quick and fleeting.
Now we're apart.
Though our hearts are still beating.
When will it come to be our next meeting?
I know I'll see her again
But when?
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