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My first love.


I met my first love when I was just 14

in my small little world he made me feel seen

he was loud, he was naughty, he was the known class clown

he was my drug, my world, he never let me frown

every now and again somewhere or something will reminds me of us

electric bikes, Thailand, ANYTHING FISHING he'd love to discuss 

Siam Park, The Vine, under aged drinking at Bath Tav

i'm so grateful for what we were and every memory we have 

after years as a due, laughing to our core

we realised our love for one another was now as friends

and our romance was no more

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