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Stressed, Thinking Of How You'd Undress
fuck, i'm so damn stressed
thinking about you,
missing the way you'd get undressed
but you started acting brand new
and to be real, i was just unimpressed..
out of the blue,
didn't know what to do..
did you forget how you caressed
my broken heart
and sewed up my chest?
wish i could undue
what i started with you
wish i could turn back time
and never even begin to invest
my love an...
Sunday 11th March 2018 2:16 am
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