Thanks
Who’s got your soul, dear friend?
You want so bad,
to have the times you had.
A chapter comes to an end,
another broken heart you’re forced to mend.
But with your wits ironclad,
you’ll soon see it’s not so bad.
Stick to the rules you often bend.
So tight she grips the magazine,
tears rolling down her face.
That time at her place,
it wasn’t her you’d seen;
society had set the pace,
and she was just another case.
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