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one day I'll die
(probably young enough to remember) and all those people I never heard from in years will rush over to say what a great person I really was that I used to be such a laugh that I liked to drink G&T at the end of the day Grolsch at weekends and Baileys at Christmas that I always found my way home after long nights in Tiger Tiger that I was such a loving Mum taking my kids (almost daily) to school and McDonald’s and never sending them out to get cigarettes after 10.30 PM that I only cheated on my significant others a few times and even then I didn't really mean it that although bruised at times I had beautiful eyes which never cried but always carried a glimmer of hope
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