Kryzl Deanne Pascual Biography

Witch rides off
Upon her broom
Finds a space
To park it.
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Friendship was once floating in the air
Waiting for someone to catch it
You and I saw it
And each took a piece
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If I leave you
Won't you miss me?
The things that I do
The words that I say
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Promises, promises, promises
Are they really meant to be broken?
Are they really made by trust?
Or just words you say
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