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Doria Roberts
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A Different Kind of Self Love
Here I am sitting in my room Waiting for someone to commiserate my doom Watch out her comes the rain Why is there always so much pain
All while we were breaking bread and drinking wine Fine time to leave me You picked a winner of a reason and the change of season It went from winter to spring Then I fell, well, I felt like I was falling, falling But I picked myself up
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