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M.I.A


Not understanding in the beginning 

what to do with all these feelings

Soon I began to understand

That all I needed was a plan

a plan to push everything down and run

but I learned the worst had yet begun

You left her with nothing, not looking back

You didn’t even stop to pack 

those days were hard but I wouldn’t trade them 

because those were the days where I found my freedom

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