Lynette young Poems

I love you mum
We used to have so much fun
I miss you so much
All I want to do is feel your warm touch
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I’m starting to turn into a thug
Because of one thing called a drug
It is called pot
And i really like it alot
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I’d love to find a guy that’s right
And that we never fight
And we stay up and watch the sun go down at night
Oh wouldn’t it be a beautiful sight
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I cut myself
through the flesh
i cut so deep
i begin to weep
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